good angel
One year, I was sleeping, someone
not expect
stood at my window.
up! And my eyes
saw plumes and swords. Back
mountains and seas, clouds
, beaks and wings,
sunsets, dawns.
\u0026lt;Look at there! His dream,
hanging from nothing. Oh
longing firm marble,
steady light, fixed mobile
waters of my soul!
Someone said, Arise!
I found myself in your stay
Rafael Alberti
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