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Un bosque de palabras quiero ser, por un instante ser, en mi desnudez, poesía.
Longing to be a forest of words I am, for an instant in my nakedness, poetry.
Translated by Katherine Quittner
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Llueve y la noche se inunda de miseria techos naufragando sin casas en la profundidad de la nada interminable. El desconsuelo seca mi boca y Dios sigue de largo. Raining, the night floods with misery roofs without houses shipwrecked upon the depths of endless nothingness. Distress dries my mouth and God moves on.
Translated by Katherine Quittner
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