If I die, leave me alone. Don’t sing to me. Bury me wrapped in the deck I leave behind, in that lovely treasure that will know how to strum me like a sure hand. I’ll sound like a fragrance from the depths, very grave. I ‘ll rise to your ears, and from there, turned into pure vegetation, I ’ll debunk myself, untelling my own story, my own plot, Rowing back into my mouth left ajar, into the Dream that keeps on swallowing and, like a cardboard mask, won ’t cough me up.
-Vicente Aleixandre
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