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You must know that I do not love and that I love you, because everything alive has its two sides; a word is one wing of the silence, fire has its cold half. I love you in order to begin…
I hunt for a sign of you in all the others, in the rapid undulant river of women, braids, shyly sinking eyes, light step that slides, sailing through the foam. Suddenly I think I can make out your nails- oblong,…
Radiant days rolling on the water, intense as the inside of a yellow rock, its splendor like honey: that wasn’t damaged by all the turmoil. That kept its four-square purity. Yes: the daylight crackles like a fire, or like bees,…
January rough times, when the indifferent noon makes its equation in the sky. Like wine in a glass, a hard gold fills the earth to its blue limits. Rough times of the season, like little grapes distilling green bitterness, the…
It was green, the silence; the light was moist; the month of June trembled like a butterfly; and you, Matilde, passed through noon, through the regions of the South, the sea and the stones. You went carrying your cargo of…
But I forgot that your hands fed the roots, watering the tangled roses, till your fingerprints bloomed full, in a natural peace. Like pets, your hoe and your sprinkling can follow you around, biting and licking the earth. That work…
Your house sounds like a train at noon: bees hum, pots sing, the waterfall catalogues what the soft rain did, your laugh spins out its trill like a palm tree. Arriving like a country boy with a singing telegram, the…
O love, O crazy sunbeam and purple premonition, you come to me and climb your cool stairway, the castle that time has crowned with fog, pale walls of a closed heart. No one else will know that only a delicacy…
My heart, queen of the beehive and the barnyard, little leopard of the string and the onions, I love to watch your miniature empire sparkle: your weapons of wax and wine and oil, garlic, and the soil that opens for…
Your hand flew from my eyes into the day. The light arrived and opened like a rose garden. Sand and sky throbbed like an ultimate beehive carved in the turquoise. Your hand touched syllables that rang like bells, touched cups,…