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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