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[Listen to readings
of these poems.]
Painted, not empty:
painted is my house
with color of the greatest
passions and misfortunes.
I'll return from weeping
to where I was carried
with your deserted table,
with your ruinous bed.
Kisses will flower
over the pillow tops.
The sheets will elevate
your intense climbing
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nocturne,
perfumed
in a spin of bodies
Hate softens
itself
from behind the window.
A gradual hook follows.
Leave me only hope.
~Translated
by Eric Swedberg
Cancion ultima
Pintada, no vacía:
pintada está mi casa
del color de las grandes
pasiones y desgracias.
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