Padington
At
Padington, the train was a blue bird
flying on
the grey walls.
The train
whistle sounded,
hoarse and
melancholy, leaving his steel cage.
At
Padington, time stopped on the grey walls
and flew
with the long good-bye of the blue bird.
António Eduardo Lico
Melancólico vuelo de pájaro azul...
ResponderEliminarBello poema,Eduardo!
Mi abrazo desde Chile.
Gracias Maritza.
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