If the idea of immortality is excluded,
there remains dust,
grass,
water that forms puddles,
the branch from which the bird sings,
a certain mystery that reason
supposes a fleeting shadow.
There remains, in the end, life,
the room where a woman pulls on her stockings,
the other room, perhaps adjoining,
where a couple undress
and embrace, and afterwards
say to each other:
we shall not die.
© translation: Brian Cole
(Carlos Barbarito)
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