Nosotras - Salka Star | Spiritual Journeys with Don Americo Yabar



In the splendor of the last star,

While I am still the night and,

Later on at dusk, when my light grows

Into deep indigo,

I smell puma.


A gleaming dew lights up the unknowns.

Ethereal, I,

In blue radiance

Become a moon with the moon,

And I can see.

Shadows open and curl me up.

Trees whisper to me.

The night gowns me in her most precious uncertainties

And I swim with you, weave myself to you,


Crushing, the morning comes,

Counting coins.

Colors of an eager sun


Separate us distinguish us tell us

When What Is Where and Who

In these hours




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