Today: The week without you ... week without you I would be born of thy womb,
have ever lived within you, since you know
am an orphan.
Oh! cave tender, red
Eden hot.
What a joy it was this blind!
flesh I wish you remember me
of imprisoned,
look at me when you shrink something in the womb,
you felt proud to remember
unparalleled generosity to untie your meat
to set me free.
For you have begun to decipher
signs of life, you would
receipt.
Tomás Segovia (Spain-Mexico, 1927)
... Freyja
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