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Poem

Carlos Bedoya

E-MAIL TO THE INFINITE

God, do not ask me for patience.
Perhaps everything is already dead.
Well, I didn’t mean that.
You know, there is nothing to say.
But let us say it is impossible
not to resist oblivion
to withstand death
to pretend we don’t
know anything.

E-MAIL AL INFINITO

E-MAIL AL INFINITO

Dios, no me pidas paciencia.
Quizás ya todo ha muerto.
Bueno, no quise decir eso.
Ustedes saben, no hay nada que decir.
Pero digamos que es imposible
no resistir el olvido
soportar la muerte
pretender que no
sabemos algo.
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E-MAIL TO THE INFINITE

God, do not ask me for patience.
Perhaps everything is already dead.
Well, I didn’t mean that.
You know, there is nothing to say.
But let us say it is impossible
not to resist oblivion
to withstand death
to pretend we don’t
know anything.

E-MAIL TO THE INFINITE

God, do not ask me for patience.
Perhaps everything is already dead.
Well, I didn’t mean that.
You know, there is nothing to say.
But let us say it is impossible
not to resist oblivion
to withstand death
to pretend we don’t
know anything.
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