(from the moon series - Camino de Santiago edition)
limps along with burnt arms, hobbles
by the sea and takes a breath and is filled
with awe on the cliffs of Tapia.
It is enough to be in the midst of beauty
when you are pain and to go on.
It is enough to be ugly by the sea and walk
for too many kilometers and still want to go on.
It is enough and it is not enough
because there is more but for now,
the moon smiles weary, talking to steal
time, drinks water all the while, moves
like an old man in a young body, or rather
a young man in an old body, rests for ages,
eternities and still goes on and on and on.
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