To see the fields and the river
it isn't enough to open the window.
To see the trees and the flowers
it isn't enough not to be blind.
It is also necessary to have no philosophy.
With philosophy there
are no trees, just ideas.
There is only each one
of us, like a cave.
There is only a shut window,
and the whole world outside.
And a dream of what
could be seen if the window were opened.
Wich is never what is seen when the window is opened.
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Words Of Wasp
PoesíaFar between sundown's finish and midnight's broken toll. We ducked inside the doorways, thunder went crashing. As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds. Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing.
