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parece que la paloma que fue violada ante nuestros ojos el otro día puso sus huevos (hoy) en nuestra maceta… :)

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y mi plantita de chile de árbol dio frutos. la primera cosecha del año
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y por más cruda que esté, todo esto me hace feliz
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L.

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At last the secret is out, as it always must come in the end,
the delicious story is ripe to tell to the intimate friend;
over the tea-cups and into the square the tongue has its desire;
still waters run deep, my dear, there’s never smoke without fire.

Behind the corpse in the reservoir, behind the ghost on the links,
behind the lady who dances and the man who madly drinks,
under the look of fatigue, the attack of migraine and the sigh
there is always another story, there is more than meets the eye.

For the clear voice suddently singing, high up in the convent wall,
the scent of the elder bushes, the sporting prints in the hall,
the croquet matches in summer, the handshake, the cough, the kiss,
there is always a wicked secret, a private reason for this.

-W. H. Auden
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Compañía nocturna

Y de pronto, a la mitad de la noche, uno de los globos empezó a bajar

En cuanto pudo caminar me siguió al cuarto, tímidamente

Cuando desperté me veía desde la orilla de la cama

Y luego se acercó un poquito más, y ahí se quedó, esperando

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The sweet lust for the midnight snack:

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And our New Year’s balloons
are starting to wilt,
just like our resolutions.
Last night when I came home
one was already
barely
hanging
by one of its points,
faintly
scratching
the ceiling with a rasping,
moaning little sound…

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L.

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oh yes make soup
and fix the washing-machine
and spoil your room-mate and
water the plants and have  tea
with spare time while the clouds pierce
your body a little and you still have an hour
to stay here and to think of windows

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“… as if some goblin had been crying there all night, and using the window for a pocket-handkerchief”

-Charles Dickens.

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