Poems Poem
Javier del Granado
The village doctor
How sweet Rabbi of Galilee, with a smile lit
childhood
and poured his soul
fragrance on the humble people of the village.
His spirit flutters in Hesperus,
your heart beats in our stay,
and his hand across the distance the silver
sprinkle moon.
San Vicente de Paul and San Francisco
transmigrate his soul consecrated
to reap thorns on the bluff.
Next to the cradle think I've seen.
is starlight
his eyes when he asked the impossible of Christ. Francisco de Quevedo
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