XLI
Lucía Estrada
I listen to a distant music, as of words that are going to be pronounced, the last in a
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XLVIII
José Manuel Arango
in what arduous countries
in what obscure war
without knowing it

have I fought and
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XXI
Lucía Estrada
I enter the fever. From my window I see the birth of the seas, hills covered by foam, dead,
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XXIII
Alberto Vélez
I have always loved trees.
Collected their names as I later collected my appetites.
When
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XXXV
Alberto Vélez
What were you looking at then, when the light
Was not light but death throes?

Your
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