I’ve Already Returned
I’ve already returned. I pass my fingers over the relief of everything. Outside the air dissolves in a slight extenuation. Everything seems hidden, submerged, things occupying their ancient place. I think I’ve grown. Maybe I’ve stretched out beneath my shadow. Time is losing density on its silent trip. I look under the limits. The antecedents leave no trail.
Hondo temblor de lo secreto (1979-1980)
{ Antonia Palacios, Ficciones y aflicciones, Caracas: Biblioteca Ayacucho, 1989 }
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