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go in the 22nd page of life__________

Thinking about you...
In your vocalized figures in silence. In your maps of incomplete tempestuous northes. Those rages that are so mine as yours. Like sheets used to themselves old age. And their dust containing time and calm. Asleep wraped in eternal movements. In this way detailed dust without minute hand In dreams loaded with the best sensation remembers [ sinestésico ] Words that technology does not know and man always has carried inside. In their obvious evaporation Of questions in tea time In the almost finished tea, half warm, half dead... How boil is the tea for you tonight? How many smokes are tumbling, as travellers of my oxigen shelter? Get used to you.

1 Nicanor Parra y sus “Preguntas a la hora del té”

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