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I do escape from the wrong that angers me
Looking for the well I need.
More than the hardships I have
My hopes do hurt me.

Tempests of desires
Against the walls of dawn
Break their waves. Tumults
That rise blind me.

Nest in the sea. Cradle floating.
The flower that fights in the water
Sustains me in the deep sea

And throws me out of the sea.
I close my eyes and I look
The inner time that sings.


Manuel Altolaguirre
Unknown translator

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