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It seems to be going toward you. Don't hide from it.
Seems to be dawn.
Pet it. don't say a thing to it. It's
hard from what it's running from.
Pet it. Come on! You should feel sorry for it.

It's telling you there's no possibility
that everyone will say that's great
when you see how it moves and sways,
animal that's learned to get around — no?
Yes! Come on! Don't argue with it.

Seems to be going toward you, dawn.
Have you counted which pores open out only
and which open in?
Pet it. Come on! But don't let it know
you're doing it because I beg you.
Come on!

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César Vallejo
Translation by Sandy McKinney


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