Fortuito / Juan Sánchez Peláez

Fortuitous

If it were not suspended in air, that sound. If man were not a broken absence under the firmament. If our awaiting infinite root didn’t tilt us into nothingness. If we didn’t stand on the shore of vast solar rivers, with our enigmatic pupil somewhere in the night’s suggestion.



{ Juan Sánchez Peláez, Rasgos comunes, 1975, Obra poética, Editorial Lumen, 2004 }