. (...)
is a matter of silkworms secrete
subtle gold thread with which they
building his palace, prison, grave, his dark
definitive
bleeds gold, resigned to not seeing from
his work was never completed.
One day awakens something in the silent room
-resurrection or transfiguration-
is no longer the rush of saliva weaver gold
but a butterfly, clumsy, fat,
do not even remember
(like the body does not remember
the soul that was his before he was born).
the new child is born to change
to destroy what was the reason for living and dying
of someone who was herself
and is now nothing more than a hole.
is now a hole where the miracle occurred,
(.......)
a shadow and a similar hole in a car engine
(......)
Activity poem in silk broken
where someone, that I was, died more than once.
Nobody, nobody, just a car.
I put the engine: I speak of dragonflies,
silkworm. I ask
out what I meant.
Jose Hierro. Prologue with dragonflies and silkworms
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