By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa
Where do I put love?
The one who appears at my door in silence
The one whose face I do not discover, nor feel…
Where is the love that had a shape and is now a memory?
Yes, it is love that creates universes,
How indifferent it seems when he is silent.
Sunset allows the sun to bathe in water
give colour to the vast sea.
There I fully recognize
that outburst that is not eternal.
At last, I understand, no love belongs anywhere,
it’s everywhere, it’s all over the world
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