Humberto Gómez Sequeira-HuGóS


A Memory of the Lotus Season

In Memoriam Braulia Sotelo

I wondered if
she distinguished my voice,
in the choir of arteries singing
in the chambers of her heart,
when she moved her eyes,
under the veil of her distant dream,
after I whispered in her ear
that we would return to the lake,
where she saw the lotus grow,
to inhale the waves of the moisty wind
and laugh, like old friends
surprised by the Sun,
when she woke up.
66 Total read