The Return Journey (Jorge Carerra Andrade Poems)
My life was a geographyI surveyed over and over again,a book of maps or dreams.In America I awakened.Were these perhaps ...
My life was a geographyI surveyed over and over again,a book of maps or dreams.In America I awakened.Were these perhaps ...
Without knowing my number,enclosed by walls and borders,I walk around with a prisoner's moonand perpetual shadow chained to my ankle.Living ...
In bookstores there are no books,in books no words,in words no essence:there are only husks.In museums and waiting roomsare painted ...
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