Todo viaje deja una ausencia / Guillermo Sucre

Every journey leaves an absence

Every journey leaves an absence and that absence is the true journey.     As everything we love we destroy and that destruction is true love.     As every hand that closes a door opens a wound that never scars.     As a garden has to be crossed afterwards.     As the grove and the light that mark you are your kingdom.     As the slow generations of summer gradually polish your face.     As everything the glimmer scratches seeks shelter in your glance.     As the hour has become fixed by your astonishment.     As you’ll successively go out and return to the garden and go out once again.     As you’re always being born in the desertion of happiness.

La vastedad (1988)

{ Guillermo Sucre, Conversación con la intemperie. Seis poetas venezolanos, selección y prólogo de Gustavo Guerrero, Barcelona, España: Galaxia Gutenberg/Círculo de Lectores, 2008 }

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