Oct 18

Rojas S: The Return

I come from the dark background of a relentless night,and I contemplate the stars with a gesture of astonishment.When I get to your door I confess guilt,and a white dove perches on my shoulder.My humble heart stops at your doorwith his hand outstretched like an old beggar;and your dog barks at me in the garden,because, in spite of everything, he is still my friend.At last the rose grew that did not growand now he offers his roses behind the iron gate:I have also changed a lot since that day,for they have no stars the nights of exile.Maybe your soul is open behind the closed door;but when you open your door, as it opens to a beggar,look at me sweetly, without asking me anything,and you will know that I have not returned … because I was with you!

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