MARIO MEDINA

DIAGONAL CARVINGS​

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In the open space

Of the desert,

Holding hands

With my solitude,

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I drew with stones

A circle in the sand,

And inside it

I laid down.

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In my mind I etched

All the stars.

I closed my eyes,

I reinvented myself.

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In the magical world

Of my ancestors,

Before a table

Of diagonal carvings,

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Luminous beings,

Endowed with wisdom,

Asked me to choose

The gift I most desired.

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I chose the gift of healing,

Not knowing that with it came

The gift of joy,

The gift of singing.
 

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