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It feels like the burden
carried on your shoulders.
It is like the day
that whips us and never ends.
It feels like the wind
that blows and never dies down.
Or the tide rising and falling
but never getting to a stop.
It feels like that power
that dominates us,
but never says a word.
The heart bits of that heart
that never rests.
It is like the desire
that inhabits the entrails,
that nobody can extirpate,
no matter how far they go.
They are the ideas that germinate
though they be bad ones.
It is that scent
that gets into you
and never leaves
no matter how much
you wash yourself.
Traducido por: Leticia del Toro García
