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Alberto Vélez

XXIII

I have always loved trees.
Collected their names as I later collected my appetites.
When I am alone,
I remember the shapes of their shade.
From there, you gaze at me,
As in that faraway afternoon of childhood
When I exchanged my inheritance for a handful of leaves.

XXIII

XXIII

Siempre amé los árboles.
Coleccioné sus nombres como luego coleccioné mis apetitos.
Cuando estoy solo,
Recuerdo las formas de su sombra.
Desde allí me contemplas,
Como en esa lejana tarde de la infancia
En la que cambié mi herencia por un puñado de hojas.
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XXIII

I have always loved trees.
Collected their names as I later collected my appetites.
When I am alone,
I remember the shapes of their shade.
From there, you gaze at me,
As in that faraway afternoon of childhood
When I exchanged my inheritance for a handful of leaves.

XXIII

I have always loved trees.
Collected their names as I later collected my appetites.
When I am alone,
I remember the shapes of their shade.
From there, you gaze at me,
As in that faraway afternoon of childhood
When I exchanged my inheritance for a handful of leaves.
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