The Adolescent Poet
I shall tell the shape of trees and mountains,
the solitude, the dreams, the destiny;
what is the passage towards another life,
the light between two clearings, I wish to retain.
Like a root detaching from the soil,
upwards, to the light of unreachable stars,
thus, love pulls me up, like the wakeful blizzard,
and delivers me to someone other.
(versió de Salvador Pila)
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