THE WALKER
Others will say for me who I wanted to be,
I can only say that I was not.
But I want to explain to you, I wanted to be
the one who entered and left the hours
almost always passing through, the one who crossed
from ecstasy to vertigo and that
who rushed everything with delirium.
The same one who squeezed the vintage,
the jubilant, in short, dying
every time the terror overtook
a breath, a flower, an element.
Others will say for me. I never knew.
1979
Belisario Betancur
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