Your serene feet awaken my insides / Gocho Versolari, poet


On this long night
like the flight of an eternal bird,
I’ve seen your feet cross mountains,
and bleed in thorny fields.
Through them, many times
your body and soul liquefied
and they joined the water of the puddles.
Last night
The time was prolonged
in a symphony of dawns and fishes
Under the first sun in the world.
were your newborn feet
loaded with snow and sun.
Upon waking up
you put them in my sex
with the anointing of a arcane ritual
covered with peaks and skies.
When your feet serene
they wake up my insides
there are songs,
there are shining morning festival;
silent choirs of newborns
and a joyful joy
when baking our breads
in this dawn
of the time and light.



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