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Donde habite el olvido,
in the vast gardens without aurora;

where I only memory of a stone buried in nettles
on which the wind escapes your insomnia.


Where my name Let the body that appoints the arms of the centuries,
where desire does not exist.

In this great region love, angel terrible, like steel

not hide in my chest his wing, gracious smile
air while growing torment.

Wherever I finish this effort requires a master in his own image, subjecting
life Hereafter,
no other horizon than facing eyes.

Where such penalties and no more than names
native heaven and earth around a memory;
where the end is free without knowing myself,
dissolved in fog, no, no light as meat
child.

There, far away;
where dwell oblivion.

Luis Cernuda "Donde habite el olvido" in Forbidden Pleasures (1931)

When he awoke, he remembered nothing

the night before,
"too many beers" told
see my head,
beside hers on the pillow
and kissed her again,
but it was not yesterday, but tomorrow
. And an insolent
sun
like a thief entered the window
.

The day he arrived mauve

had dark circles and mud on the heel,
naked, but strange,
saw us, broken
deception of the night, the harsh light of dawn.
was time to flee
and left without saying
"call me one day."
From the balcony, I saw
lost in the bustle of the Gran Via

And life went on,
things are still
not make much sense.
told me once,
a mutual friend, who saw
Inhale.

The pupil filed a red light,
a backpack, peugeot

and those myopic eyes and blood

galloping through my veins
and a cloud of sand

within the heart and this love spell
no appetite.
kisses I lost, not knowing

say "I need you."
And life went on, things are still
not make much sense
,
once told me,
a mutual friend, who saw
Inhale.

Joaquin Sabina "Where Inhale"