Love begins when broken fingers and turn
the lapels of the suit,
when no longer needed but also plenty of looking
old age, when the tower
memories, high or low
bends into the blood.
Love begins when God
and ends when man falls,
while things, too eternal
begin to wear, and signs
, mouths and signs, they bite each other
anywhere.
Love begins when light is cracked like a dead disguise
on irremediable loneliness.
Cause love is just that: as the beginning
stubbornly hidden behind the end.
the lapels of the suit,
when no longer needed but also plenty of looking
old age, when the tower
memories, high or low
bends into the blood.
Love begins when God
and ends when man falls,
while things, too eternal
begin to wear, and signs
, mouths and signs, they bite each other
anywhere.
Love begins when light is cracked like a dead disguise
on irremediable loneliness.
Cause love is just that: as the beginning
stubbornly hidden behind the end.
Roberto Juarroz
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