not see you. Well
know you're here, behind a fragile wall
brick and mortar, well within
of my voice, if I called.
But do not call.
'll call you tomorrow,
when, seeing no
and I imagine you're still
near here, to me,
and just today the voice
that yesterday I would not give.
Tomorrow ... when you
beyond
behind a fragile wall of winds and skies
years. * Pedro Salinas
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