Pendientes concha – tesoros marinos de MIGAYO
Del poema Whelks de Mary Oliver, me quedo con esto:
[…]
But every morning on the wide shore
I pass what is perfect and shining
to look for the whelks, whose edges
have rubbed so long against the world
they have snapped and crumbled –
they have almost vanished,
with the last relinquishing
of their unrepeatable energy,
back into everything else.
[…]
Y aunque recogí una concha y no una caracola, ese atardecer, buscaba los mismos tesoros que ella en su poema