3.09.2022
is there not in the soul a different way to live the end of love?
I was walking looking at the sky
and I fell on my nose.
Now my whole body is bleeding.
My knees, the air, my memories.
My skirt was torn
and I lost my earrings, my reason.
Is there not in the soul
a different way
to live the end of love?
[
María Mercedes Carranza
{
1945-2003
} '
Elegy
', trans. from the Spanish by Nicolás Suescún]
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