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                                                  Wandering

                                                            by Ana Barker

 

                                        As a passenger of the world

                              I flew some latitudes towards the north

                          I listen to different songs from hectic summers,

                     I saw the rush of white sheets of intimidating winters,

                   and  wavy times that appeared in torrents of cosmic rain;

              From light I built a mixed pyramid of ideas and walk to the top

There I breathed deeply to fill me with the magic of the invisible nectar of life.