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I praise your scandals
and the sulfuric rain you summon
or the sweet politics of your illusions,
visible like lips in the dune
laid against other lips.

Because the body knows a memory
that is neither reality nor dream.

behind every gesture we guard a name.


Luis García Montero
Translation by Alice McAdams

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Book I
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