As a child, when l heard the sacred whispers
In the trees, and blades of grass,
When magic was timeless, and all the light of the universe could be seen
For certain, without thinking, trees and sky in trance
Of my mind; or l slipped into their mysterious dream,
I was saturated with strangeness, which was yet so familiar,
As if a veil were drawn open, so I could enter in
An antenatal vision, shimmering like my shadow
In the water of sacred ponds, in my childhood’s special garden.
Bucaramanga, Santander, Colombia.
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Tim Cloudsley nació Cambridge, Inglaterra. Es sociologo, escritor y poeta. Trabajó como profesor en la Escuela de Idiomas, de la Universidad Industrial de Santander, Bucaramanga en el ámbito de estudios culturales y literatura.