Cosas alegres…(2)

With intermittent shocks, sudden as the springs of a tiger, life emerges heaving its dark crest from the sea. It is to this we are attached; it is to this we are bound, as bodies to wild horses.

—Virginia Woolf,The Waves.

As the storm to an end

the        shadow of the starling on the grass, like a

storm               beginning with violence

to                           excite our imagination,

an                                empty place where been lost is over,

end                                      is always beginning.