Poem TRILCE CESAR VALLEJO
Poema de César Vallejo: TRILCE
TRILCE
There is a place I know
in this world, no less, where we will never
. Where
, even if our feet
come to take for a moment
will, indeed, as not to stand.
is the site that looks
all the time in this life,
walking, walking one in a row. Nearer
of myself and my two buds
, I interviewed
clear of destinations.
walk Now you can go away feeling
or pure hair
that he does not arrive or seals.
The tea-colored horizon
dies by settlers for its great Any part.
But the place I know,
in this world, nothing less,
man goes to the backs.
"Shut that door is ajar
in the bowels of the mirror. ? Is? No, his sister.
Can not close.
can not ever do that site
latches are raw.
This is the place I know.
From: Cesar Vallejo
acrostic CESAR VALLEJO
Source: poem-of-amor.com.ar
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