Youth
Vicente Aleixandre (Sevilla, 1898-1984)
stay sunny.
Where are you going, look?
These white walls closing
hope. Paredes
ceiling, floor:
tight time slice. Closed
him, my body.
My body, life, slender.
You
limits fall one day. What divine
nudity! Pilgrim
light. Joy, joy!
But the eyes are closed.
demolished walls. The open, closed
stars.
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