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Poem

Jorge Gaitán Durán

I JUST WANT

The snow ceased quickly, like music.
Birds and green come across the cold.
You are going to die, they tell me. Your sickness
is incurable. Only the miracle
you deny could save you.
                                                                                   But I just want
To burn like a red sun in your white body.

QUIERO APENAS

QUIERO APENAS

Presto cesó la nieve, como música.
Pájaros y verdes cruzan por el frío.
Vas a morir, me dicen. Tu enfermedad
es incurable. Sólo puede salvarte
el milagro que niegas.
                                                                                  Mas quiero apenas
arder como un sol rojo en tu cuerpo blanco.
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I JUST WANT

The snow ceased quickly, like music.
Birds and green come across the cold.
You are going to die, they tell me. Your sickness
is incurable. Only the miracle
you deny could save you.
                                                                                   But I just want
To burn like a red sun in your white body.

I JUST WANT

The snow ceased quickly, like music.
Birds and green come across the cold.
You are going to die, they tell me. Your sickness
is incurable. Only the miracle
you deny could save you.
                                                                                   But I just want
To burn like a red sun in your white body.
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