In a dream, I looked for a secret in a mine, precious metal, a jewel.
In a dream, I asked for a taste, a sample, of the sounds of paradise, of heaven.
In a dream, I sang for a vast crowd.
The crowd vanished one by one.
I could not understand the harmonies of heaven.
The mine collapsed, killing all the miners.
The Secret protects itself.
1 comment:
Nice poem Diego.... glad to see you blogging again
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