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The tree returns to the ground

and the earth grows like a tree in your eyes.

and yet the stone in the throat was impure.

I remember crying, very slowly,

when I did not yet belong to the shadows

and my death fit into so few syllables.

I remember the flesh of my body,

Almost at the beginning of the world.

the horses drank from the sea

and my death played its deadly game on a board.

The unwilted rose was impure.

I said goodbye to the fragile virgins

who are sixteen years old and read homer,

to know the history of men and gods.

The sea survives after the centuries and the stars,

anchored in a mirror.

You remain suspended in blood,

from light to light

Agustín Andrés (Mycereces, October 28, 2013)