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If this is a lament/an elegy/a requiem

They are talking about a country that doesn’t exist

A language, a fraternity that doesn’t exist.

There is no speech

No words.

 

If the world is for being understood

Who is going to explain/tell about death

The breath of the mountains

The darkness falling down

Who is going to explain/tell,

What grows in a child’s dream

Who?

 

The wings of the birds

Are flapping from an old tale towards me

The proximity of the flesh/skin to the stone

That the women tell about.

 

It is clear that I was a tree,

When darkness fell down

From beyond the mountains

Whomever I remember they look at me with pain.

 

If this is a lament

Crying has not started yet.

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