sábado, 3 de enero de 2009

Horses in dwelling

I heard voices
in the mountain.
Voices of old conquests,
voices of old wars.
I heard noises near me.
Horses in dwelling.
I saw horses running
in that big mountain.
Prehistoric Indians
were calling me.
I spent nice moments
hearing the music.
The music of the land.
Yes, that land.
And the music of
the water in the river.
I heard silence.
I felt peace, quietness.
Incredible site!

Oh! Arizona.

Leticia Teresa Pontoni
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