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BB (june 22,1959 / Rosario. Pcía. Santa Fe. Argentina)


Poem By Belquis Barés

There are times that I find in my way

A bunch of words

As water puddles after a storm,

I appear to see my reflection,

And they return to me not my image,

But answers longed for in my dreams.

There are times that the edge of the limit

Between coherence and dementia

Cuts the trunks of my naked feet

And I fall down, sweetly, in the madness of believing

That I have found you in my delirium.

There are times when ignoring the clocks

I detain the time and find you waiting for me.

To shelter this love with the cloak of illusion

And a bouquet of poems that intoxicate me.

These are instances that my obstinacy perpetuates

At the risk of idealizing you

(Because in them I am happy)

On having illuminated my days

With your presence, my love.

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