Naive, stupid
and pessimistic.
arises in me a strange prodigious pride.
I'm next, you
palp.
But no
only recognize you in your soft words
and round.
Green is love.
Being with you is have you.
be in you from yourself and out of me.
Together in the mist. The calm relaxing.
And always silent.
All poetry to a simmer.
Carved in marble.
speed, boldness and courage.
Morales José Cuadrado
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