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Poem

José Manuel Arango

WRITING

night, like an animal
left its breath on my window

between the needles of the cold
I look at the trees

and in the misty glass
with my index finger, I write
this ephemeral word

Escritura

Escritura

la noche, como un animal
dejó su vaho en mi ventana

por entre las agujas del frío
miro los árboles

y en el empañado cristal
con el índice, escribo
esta efímera palabra
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WRITING

night, like an animal
left its breath on my window

between the needles of the cold
I look at the trees

and in the misty glass
with my index finger, I write
this ephemeral word

WRITING

night, like an animal
left its breath on my window

between the needles of the cold
I look at the trees

and in the misty glass
with my index finger, I write
this ephemeral word
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