The Beautiful Life
My ninth fear
might happen in nameless cities;
when discarding wise teachers
on a light, warm day
we will improvise twenty thousand roses:
beneath everyone’s sky, our sky
sentimental and tragic faithless notions have left
and I carry an open wound
while the calming, appeasing sea escapes,
where do I come from
when wise teachers dismiss us in a garden,
or have I been a punctual guest
with my awareness of being alive?
or I never lived or it has been
the proximity of spells to adored
regions the beautiful life
we imagine together.
{ Juan Sánchez Peláez, Obra poética, Editorial Lumen, 2004 }
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