Sometimes I feel like a poor hill and mountain
and other several peaks
sometimes I feel like a cliff
and sometimes as a sky blue but distant
sometimes one is
between source rocks and sometimes a tree with the last leaves
but today I am just
insomniac lagoon as a pier and without boats
a green lagoon
motionless and patient compliance with their algae
Mosses and their fishes
serene confidence in my confidence that an afternoon
you away and you look
you look at me.
(Mario Benedetti)
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