Dead Grandparents, Aunts, Reaunts and Other Shades
Sullen conversations that kept arriving
People of the dream People of the wind
They were windy trees
Heart blows
They would suddenly take us
We were just a conversation
We were trees and people of the dream
Erring souls Erring trees
And furious we circled life
Rummaging in ashes
Rummaging in embers
beyond ourselves
Adiós Escuque (1968-1974)
{ Ramón Palomares, Vuelta a casa, Caracas: Biblioteca Ayacucho, 2006 }
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