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Now you walk alone along the piers
of Barcelona.
You smoke a black cigarette and for
a moment think it would be nice
if it rained.
The gods haven't granted you money
but they've granted you strange whims
Look up:
it's raining.

autógrafo
Roberto Bolaño
Translation from Laura Healy


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YOUR DISTANT HEART
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