My life. My life no. My life never. My life was never a bird bleeding stamen from its wings. My life never carried a crown of splinters on its skull. My life never was. My life was not nor tomorrow will it be a butterfly caught in a girl’s braids. My life was not nor is it today an old heart of wood."
(David Meza, from Vishnu's Dream)
Tradución de Jacob Steinberg
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