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Cesar Vallejo - Poem To Be Read And Sung
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	I know there is a person
	Who looks for me day and night inside her hand,
	and coming upon me, every minute, in her shoes.
	Doesn`t she know that the night is buried
	with spurs behind the kitchen?
	 
	I know there is someone composed of my pieces,
	whom I complete when my waist goes
	galloping in her precise little stone.
	Doesn`t she know that money once out for her likeness
	never returns to her trunk?
	 
	I know the day,
	but the sun has escaped from me;
	I know the universal act she performed in her bed
	with some other woman`s  bravery and  warm water,
	whose shallow recurrence is a mine.
	Is it possible this being is so small
	even her own feet walk on her that way?
	 
	A cat is the border between us two,
	right there beside her bowl of water.
	I see her on the corners, her dress - once
	an inquiring  palm tree - opens and closes...
	What can she do but change her style weeping?

	But she does look and look for me. This is a real story!
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
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