Fins de xullo, sur de Inglaterra
Na cripta escura e fresca
Pecho os ollos sinto medrar
A conciencia sobre o meu corpo
Aflora a tensión nos ombreiros
Pido aquí, á Nosa Señora da Bóveda
Quen sabe abondo de aguante
Que a vida non sexa unha lousa
Entre o macizo destas pedras
A miña alma tórnase máis fluída
Nesta prisión de sombras
Asoma o camiño cara á luz
Summer Prayer
End of July, southern England
In the cool dark crypt
I close my eyes and feel
A growing awareness of my body
The tension in my shoulders surfaces
I ask here, to Our Lady in the Undercroft
Who knows enough about endurance
That life may not be a burden
Among the massif of these stones
My soul becomes more fluid
In this prison of shadows
Appears the way to the light
abel abilheira 
This poem is absolutely enchanting and evocative! The way you capture the essence of introspection and the search for light amidst shadows is truly inspiring. The imagery of the cool crypt and the invocation to Our Lady of the Vault are especially powerful. Congratulations on creating such a profound and moving piece.
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I appreciate your comment, it is a compliment to me! Yesterday I was in the crypt of Canterbury Cathedral, a place that facilitates introspection.
Many thanks Tamiris
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