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Maria Carvalho Currais Novos-RN. Y gemir...

Y gemir
era una trampa,
ni siquiera se me ocurrió.
El verbo me rechinaba en los dientes;
me gustaba.
La alegría de la palabra es herir.


1980

Translated by Lena Koni

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