"TALA"
Take these eyes, colored stones, totem
that nose, those lips that
know all the multiplication tables and the finest poetry.
I give the entire face, with tongue and hair, I take
nails and teeth and full weight.
no good to feel that way. What eyes and what fingers. Not that food
heated, memory, attention
or as a pernicious parrot. Take
inductions and hangers hung with the words
laundered. Arree
the house, out of all, let me
as a hole or a stake.
Maybe then, when I was not worth
the generosity of God, that boy scout,
and be like the carpet that has endured its slow
rain shoes
eighty years and is just fabric, of course skeleton which was cleared
rich silver peacocks,
without a voice might say your name right
can occur without hands to reach your waist.
Julio Cortázar
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