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And you may leave me here, facing language,
in a single and same vastness
of extensive ink that erases me,
of tattooed night that nullifies me,
because nothing sounds in you,
keyboard, touch, tattooing. All:
distant correspondences extinguished,
invisible writting, zero
of the nocturnal beginning
and of the end


Jaime Siles
English Translation by Dave Oliphant

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