I (Sonnet) - Experience San Juan (Sonnet) - Design, Quadrant (Sonnet)

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As I spend my winters cicada

sustained in time and space.

As ants walk very slowly,

blind mazes by inmates.



As a knowing woman shelter

that allows us to be, as topaz,

first-transparent and which preface

raise the virtue sustain.



But I'm intelligent animal

as some say, of people,

and seek sensible thoughts.



I just try to be like that cricket

so simple, as simple and straightforward,

dying in their song and movement.









DESIGN



If the majesty of the tree

be in the seed,

how not believe that God

lives in the word.

How to remove the Word

of life

if you can not live

without seeing its magic.

Lullaby

the chirping of birds,

or the howling of the wind

concentrating,

life itself

passing and feeds

and with green or echoes,

infects us.

Everything is from scratch.

Small is the beginning of life,

which then grows and moves

for so-subtle-it was conceived.



EXPERIENCE SAN Juanín

(A Barreal)



And I opened the window with surprise

not knowing how to see the eternal snow.

First time. Sigh. Everlasting

singular experience. White firmly.



? Poplars that swayed with skill

intricacies of a zonda. External voice.

Expansion. Strong howling cave

was heard in that nap. His fierceness



We strongly hit the window,

wanting to enter all his might,

but gave its impetus. Silence



with sudden chirping response

invading the sunset, with their songs,

and a sky with stars, he was sentenced.







Quadrant



The pendulum marks us. It is the life

you dance a measure. It is a second

dying in the pace and, dying,

breathe again. Cautious



that rope spinning invites us,

another step forward in this world.

This pushes a clock-for deep-

hides its presence. Moved



the swinging spy and numbed

knowing that their strength is exalted

whenever you feel motivated.



That is highlighting his record,

inspires confidence and arrogance,

vanishes stay worried.