Misreading and Noriega Varela
Misreading and Noriega Varela
Humble song Sweet-smelling April breeze Ethereal clouds Go with you.
Humble stone Lost in mud Wounded by sun Becomes a star.
Black branches Touching sky Paint themselves Celestial blue.
Drop of dew Trembling light I see sun Inside you
Humble things No one sees Branch or leaf Grain of sand.
A charm more Than divine The God child Come to earth.
Humilde Belleza
Noriega wrote, in another poem, “toda…
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