In fact, I think this is the closest thing to a blog post that I have so far here but I'm too happy to do so, so ... I'm sorry, people, here goes:
The elusive Poetry Gathered Cristina Peri Rossi has finally reached my hands ... Still not finished reading it, because it has kilos of pages, but it is exciting ...
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I share a poem from it so far I've never seen posted on the Internet:
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No poem about the sunset
also called sundown or sunset
itself is the sunset
language but refractions
of a decline in our language has
random reminiscences of
on the other hand reminds the goshawk
without which, it is difficult, there is a sunset.
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