Poem Written in Poor Spanish

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If in the world there exists pain
If in the world there remains feeling
If in the world there survives a soul

In minus time-space
Or plus soul-time
Forgive me all this

In your trembling fingers
In your bright clear eyes
In your deracinated lips

Circling before the anticipated
Deluge, the white sea birds
Black lashes still wet, matted

Gulls in sky, Fornalutx, Mallorca: photo by Pau Cabot, 2004
Seagull in flight: photo by Macieklew, 2007