I Attend to The Infinite of my own journey when I run through the veins of my existence

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… I attend during the humid nights of travelers’ waiting hours.

I attend the one who waits and the one who says farewell to the roses.

I attend when the wind blows over the metamorphosis of my Nation.

I attend when the moon rises shining upon the revolution of my dreams.

I attend when the trains race with their headstrong sound.

I attend with the man who transhuman the stays of time.

I attend in the vigil of someone else’s dream.

I attend when I hastily rush towards my own fire.

I attend in the cities that mutilate the fire of passions.

I attend in the golden days to the laughter and to certain faces of tenderness.

I attend in my twilight to your memory.

I attend in my absence to your forgetfulness.

I attend in the long inhabited corridors to the countless numbering of Humanity.

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Mari Gamarra

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Bogota 1989

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