The heavens are the same.
Blues, grays, blacks, are repeated over
orange or stone:
They cancel the stars are so distant
distances in the world. If we want
join
never look ahead:
full of deep,
of dates and alloys.
abandoned and floating on the sea or on the grass,
still, face to the sky. You'll feel
slow decline, upward air
in life.
And we'll meet beyond the differences
invincible, sand, rocks
, years, only now,
swimmers celestial
survivors of heaven.
Pedro Salinas
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