Poetry

And when we realized it, 
We were already both pinned
_and also turned on _
Hanging from the same frequency:
Cosmic perturbation 
Of ancestral resonances
Under the magnifying glass of creation.
 
And from your body and mine 
descend every dawn 
Quiet and complicit drops 
 of dew.

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Y cuando nos dimos cuenta, 
Ya estabamos los dos prendidos
_y tambien encendidos _
Colgados de la misma frecuencia:
Cósmica  perturbación 
De resonancias ancestrales
Bajo la lupa de la creacion.
 
Y de tu cuerpo y el mio 
descienden todas las madrugadas 
Calladas y complices gotas  de rocio.

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