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And this game, Archpriest,
this game with a white ball
and a black ball,
when will it finish?
This game
of noise and silence,
of laughter and crying,
of light and the night…
And there is one that asks: what is the night?

And this loose tear, Archpriest,
this loose tear that trickles and slips,
that dances and dithers
in the windmill
where will it stop?
And there is another that asks: but, gentlemen…
Why does it play here?


León Felipe
Translated by Lucy

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