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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2004-12-07 | [Ce texte devrait être lu en english] | I write now when the exhaustion has not yet bitten, when my muscles are strong and my eyes shine for the verse. I write now that the capitalism has not fallen and the dinosaur of the cold war chews without teeth an olive branch. I write in every moment I write still when the words slip and abysses will open in the verse . I write on suns that explode inside and outside of the viscera. The parietal lymph advances in waves and shakes my sternum to later sink me in my barefoot dreams. I learn to take forces from the death and to find forgetfulness in love. Now a purple snake of long eyelashes seductive looks, drinks the alveolus of the day and prepares the distant stars of the morning. © Gocho Bersolari Translation: Maria Eugenia Caseiro
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