Bones
Bones
are dry, cold, draft.
The heart
crazy.
Deaf
strident fight,
useless and
fruitful, of having you and not having you.
Having you
is my only faith,
and lose
you, my death.
Huesos
Los huesos secos, fríos, calados.
El corazón desbocado.
Lucha sorda y estridente,
inútil y fecunda, de tenerte y no tenerte.
Tenerte es mi única fe,
y perderte, mi muerte.
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