<center>http://zeleiracordero.vornix.blog/wp-content/uploads/2018/12/photo-1545612700-748b9ff50b3f.jpg</center> <br/><center><strong><em>“It is very easy to be a hero surrounded by people who acclaim you, it is difficult to be in solitude, when the only witness is courage, honor, courage.”</em></strong></center>

<center><em>Arturo Pérez Reverte</em></center>

<h1><center>The bottom of the abyss</center></h1>

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<center><em>I am this life and the one that remains,
always hanging by a thread
what awaits the one that will come after
on other days,
in other turns of the earth.</em></center>

<center><em>The one that I have lived as it was written
hour after hour, minutes, moments.
The one who is looking for in a street,
from a taxi
and without having seen me, he reminds me.</em></center>

<center><em>I am this life that I have lived or malvivido
but more that I still await
in the turns that the earth owes me.
What will I be tomorrow when it comes
loaded with lights,
in a love, a word;
the one that I try to grab every second
without knowing if she is here, if she is the one who writes,
taking my hand or is the abyss.</em></center>

<center><em>Attached to fragmentary visions
of so many hours, what do I hold back?
The music of being is dissonant,
but life does not stop
and certain chords prevail.</em></center>

<center><em>From so many nights looking down
phosphorescent ant trails,
I no longer dizzy.
From so many nights looking in background,
only these voices surround you;
decipher in them the echo of your gods;
they are intact,
they are crossing dumb, with their eyes of cat,
the bottom of the abyss.</em></center>

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<center><strong><em>“Es muy fácil ser héroe rodeado de gente que te aclama, lo difícil es serlo en soledad, cuando el único testigo es el coraje, el honor, el valor.”</em></strong></center>

<center><em>Arturo Pérez Reverte</em></center>

<h1><center>El fondo del abismo</center></h1>

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<center><em>Soy esta vida y la que queda,
siempre pendiendo de un hilo
que espera la que vendrá después 
en otros días,
en otras vueltas de la tierra.</em></center>

<center><em>La que he vivido tal como fue escrita
hora tras hora, minutos, instantes.
La que anda buscando en una calle,
desde un taxi
y sin haberme visto, me recuerda.</em></center>

<center><em>Soy esta vida que he vivido o malvivido
pero más la que aguardo todavía
en las vueltas que la tierra me debe.
La que seré mañana cuando venga
cargada de luces,
en un amor, una palabra;
la que trato de asir cada segundo
sin saber si está aquí, si es ella la que escribe,
llevándome la mano o es el abismo.</em></center>

<center><em>Asida a visiones fragmentarias
de tantas horas ¿qué retengo?
La música del ser es disonante,
pero la vida no se para
y ciertos acordes prevalecen.</em></center>

<center><em>De tantas noches mirando hacia abajo
caminos de hormigas fosforescentes,
ya no mareo.
De tantas noches mirando en el fondo,
sólo estas voces te circundan;
descifra en ellas el eco de tus dioses;
están intactos,
están cruzando mudos, con sus ojos de gato,
el fondo del abismo.</em></center>

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<center><strong><em>Written by Zeleira Cordero @zeleiracordero</em></strong>.

25/12/18

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<center>For your kind reading... Thanks!

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