by Vincente Pascual Rodrigo, 2020.
Here and now I close these eyes
murmuring in the grotto.
I feel the eastern breeze
underneath the leafy plum.
Here and now I close my eyes
murmuring under the tree.
And on this noble mountain
fragrances envelop me.
I close those eyes now,
murmuring on the mountain.
Breeze and fragrances I no longer feel.
It is only he who whispers to me.
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