Poem by Francisco Luis Arroyave Tabares, dedicated to Olga and Frank.

A Flower for My Solitude

My eyes get lost beyond

the sky searching for the

sources of my emptiness,

Drowsily I wander

through where all my days die and discover the enchantment of the stars in the sky, hungry for joys and pleasures, and whispering dreams for the nights of the future.

The face of space also has eyes, which are my own eyes, and the darkness of the world is a flower for my solitude.

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