I cross untouched clocks,
along paths of yesterday and tomorrow,
the past wants to speak to me,
the future opens the window for me.
I return to the lost instant,
where time learns to turn,
each second is a heartbeat
that can be unleashed.
Un espacio íntimo donde la palabra respira y el verso se vuelve refugio. Poesía personal para quienes aman las letras, las emociones sinceras y la belleza de lo escrito desde el alma.
Manuel Ribadulla 
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