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They all ask me to jump
to...
They all sting my poetry
with...
They all sting my poetry
with relentless forks
seeking, without doubt, a fly,
I Am afraid.
I am afraid of everyone,
of the cold water, of the death.
I am like all the mortals,
unavoidable.
And for that, in these short days
I am not going to pay attention to them,
I am going to open myself up and shut myself in
with my more perfidious enemy,
....Pablo Neruda
They all sting my poetry
with relentless forks
seeking, without doubt, a fly,
I Am afraid
I am afraid of everyone,
of the cold water, of the death
I am like all the mortals,
unavoidable
And for that, in these short days
I am not going to pay attention to them,
I am going to open myself up and shut myself in
with my more perfidious enemy,
Pablo Neruda
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