“because i neither played in the wind
nor lived on the equator
nothing charmed me but sleeplessness
and a tree which doesn’t bend to a storm
and a building which doesn’t shake.”
-naguib mahfouz, from the beggar
rápidas manos frías/ retiran una a una/las vendas de la sombra/abro los ojos/ todavía/ estoy vivo/en el centro/ de una herida todavía fresca ~*madrugada* por octavio paz
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