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If some time your breast pauses, if something stops moving, stops burning through your veins, if the voice in your mouth escapes without becoming word, if your hands forget to fly, and fall asleep, Matilde, my love, leave your lips…
Support this archive and get a book for yourself: My love, if I die and you don’t-,My love, if you die and I don’t-,let’s not give grief an even greater field.No expanse is greater than where we live. Dust in…
Age covers us like drizzle, time is interminable and sad; a salt feather touches your face; a trickle ate through my shirt. Time does not distinguish between my hands and a flock of oranges in yours: with snow and picks…
I thought I was dying, I felt the cold up close and knew that from all my life I left only you behind: my earthly day and night were your mouth, your skin the republic my kisses founded. In that…
When I die, I want your hands on my eyes: I want the light and wheat of your beloved hands to pass their freshness over me once more: I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny. I want…
March returns with its secretive light, immense fish glide through the sky, vague terrestrial vapors move along quietly, one by one all things succumb to the silence. In this crisis of the wandering weather, luckily you joined the sea’s lives…
Three birds of the sea, three sunbeams, three scissorscrossed the cold sky toward Antofagasta:that’s why the air was left trembling,why everything trembled like a wounded flag. Loneliness, give me the sign of your ceaseless origins,the path-hardly a path-of the cruel…
O Southern Cross, O clover of fragrant phosphorous: it entered your body today with four holy kisses, it traveled across the shadows and across my hat, and the moon went circling through the cold. Then-with my love, with my dearest-diamonds…
The vague fog flows from the sea toward the streets like the steam-breath of cattle buried in the cold, and long tongues of water gather, covering the month that our lives had been promised would be heavenly. Autumn on the…
Once again, Love, the day’s net extinguishes work, wheels, fires, snores, good-byes, and we surrender to the night the waving wheat that noon took from the light and from the earth. Only the moon, in the center of its white…