And now
when I stretch my arms out in front
and hold them up in the nothingness
in my arms I discover myself
holding me.
An absolutley stunning post as always. Thoughtful and philosophical, you write pure poetry - I love your work sooooo much. I find it hard skipping from spanish to english to spanish but in a way it adds something special to the aesthetic of the post. You are a true poet.
These last few lines are so powerful, summing up the entire post - a gorgeous arrival at the non-void of the void!
I've just finished watching the German netflix series 'Dark'. It's quite crazy and I don't want to give away the end if you haven't watched it but I think you'd like it.
The void of death intrigues me. What is there, once we are gone?