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Here are the house, the sea, the flag. We wander past other long fences. We couldn’t find the gate, nor the sound of our absence-as if dead. At last the house opens its silence, we enter, step over abandoned stuff,…

Wet with the waters of August, the road shines as if cut through the full moon, the full light of an apple, through the middle of the autumn’s fruit. Fog, space, or sky, the vague net of the day swells…

Maybe you’ll remember that razor-faced man who slipped out from the dark like a blade and-before we realized-knew what was there: he saw the smoke and concluded fire. The pallid woman with black hair rose like a fish from the…

My love, winter returns to its billet,the earth fixes its yellow gifts,and we caress a distant land,stroking the hair of the globe- To leave! now! go: wheels, ships, bells,airplanes whetted by infinite daylight,toward the archipelago’s nuptial odor,longitudinal grains of joy!…

Love crosses its islands, from grief to grief, it sets its roots, watered with tears, and no one-no one-can escape the heart’s progress as it runs, silent and carnivorous. You and I searched for a wide valley, for another planet…

Maybe—though I do not bleed—I am wounded, walking along one of the rays of your life. In the middle of the jungle the water stops me, the rain that falls with its sky. Then I touch the heart that fell,…

Maybe nothingness is to be without your presence, without you moving, slicing the noon like a blue flower, without you walking later through the fog and the cobbles, without the light you carry in your hand, golden, which maybe others…

The girl made of wood didn’t come here on foot, suddenly there she was on the beach, sitting on the cobbles, her head covered with old sea flowers, her expression the sadness of roots. There she stayed, watching over our…

The great rain from the South falls on Isla Negra like a single drop, lucid and heavy, the sea opens its cool leaves and receives it, the earth learns how a wineglass fulfills its wet destiny. In your kisses, my…

I do not love you-except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, from waiting to not waiting for you my heart moves from the cold into the fire. I love you only because it’s you…