LES VISAGES DE DIEU

Sometimes I see a man, I see a woman,
I see a girl, I see a boy,
Who stop me like the end of a long search.
They make me hushed.
It always is their faces.
Their faces have an aureole of light
That brings new silent mornings
To the dark and parched arroyos
Of my heart.

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