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Throughout the year the sun makes paths

that today I can already recognize

I put a hand to be illuminated

through the cracks that allow this long-awaited meeting

Which piece of me will be exposed

next winter?


While I wait for the exact moment of this collision

I take a deep breath in search of an instant

of heat and calm

That light helps me find

pieces of me

that form a human body

and so incomplete

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