Balada ... and suddenly I realized he was talking about Matthew but never mentioned the name and Seville had no idea that I knew, but I was revealing for the smallest details, was tortured in prison MatÃas unimaginable limits, miraculously recovered to win her freedom miraculously least one item, the stage was over virile, never again. And it was Patricia, but did not mention the name but it was deducted, Patricia tortured, raped, destroyed, and beautifully restored to leave, but with a wonderfully exception, also for her sex was over, the impossible, what duo che, born not to love, say the magazines del cuore, fucking life, the bitch that bore him, were unknown but were found in Spain and everyone knew the other, hell the other, and decided not to be ashamed, why, and talk about until exhausted and spoke three days and three nights, I walked and stark in its infinite possibilities, and without insolence or malice or hypocrisy or blasphemy but with an unusual realism and hope brooding and furtive an ordeal, they decided to pool their impossible and live, or at least try to live, and they are doing.
(...)
The Silence of the Sea
The silence of the sea bream
infinite trial
more concentrated than that of a pitcher
more ruthless than two drops
and near the horizon or give us death
blue jellyfish
our suspicions will not let
the sea sounds like a dull
is insensitive as a god and survives
survivors
never know what to expect from him or what
spell leaves
my ankles but when the eyes are fed up and tiled
expected between the plains and hills
or streets that are closed more streets
then yes I feel shipwrecked
and only sea \u200b\u200bcan be saved.
(again Geographies of Mario Benedetti. And not the last.)
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