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María Mercedes Carranza

Elegy

I was walking looking at the sky
and I fell on my nose.
Now my whole body is bleeding.
My knees, the air, my memories.
My skirt was torn
and I lost my earrings, my reason.

Is there not in the soul
a different way
to live the end of love?

Elegia

Elegia

Caminaba mirando el cielo
y me fui de narices.
Ahora echo sangre por todas partes:
Las rodillas, el aire, los recuerdos;
mi falda se desgarró
y perdí los aretes, la razón.

No hay en el alma
una manera otra
de vivir un desamor?
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Elegy

I was walking looking at the sky
and I fell on my nose.
Now my whole body is bleeding.
My knees, the air, my memories.
My skirt was torn
and I lost my earrings, my reason.

Is there not in the soul
a different way
to live the end of love?

Elegy

I was walking looking at the sky
and I fell on my nose.
Now my whole body is bleeding.
My knees, the air, my memories.
My skirt was torn
and I lost my earrings, my reason.

Is there not in the soul
a different way
to live the end of love?
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