XIIIAntonella AneddaThese too are war poems
composed while it rages, not far off, not nearby
seated askew at
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XLILucía EstradaI listen to a distant music, as of words that are going to be pronounced, the last in a
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XLVIIIJosé Manuel Arangoin what arduous countries
in what obscure war
without knowing it
have I fought and
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XXILucía EstradaI enter the fever. From my window I see the birth of the seas, hills covered by foam, dead,
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XXIIIAlberto VélezI have always loved trees.
Collected their names as I later collected my appetites.
When
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XXXVAlberto VélezWhat were you looking at then, when the light
Was not light but death throes?
Your
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