Aaron Zaritzky & Felipe Benítez Reyes
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The morbid bellowing of the tide…
• The vagrant phantom temperature…• Gold formed of liqueur? I’d say that’s a bargain…• If the heavens spread their mist…• The trees—so tall!—they surprisewith arrogant verdure the shadow-multitude entering the forest… • The carriage of the dukes of Albuquerque,climbing Méndez Núñez Street… • Silver aflame and shade from that firethat wilts a dead flower in your hand… • Languid sea-light over the snow…• The arched fog of dawn…• The steps Time takes in the darkness…• Dark, sleepless, wounded, remembering…• Wagons upon the rotunda…• When death falls over me, Dora Villalba…PREVIOUS |
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