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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Truth, Falsehood, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : Verdad, Mentira Note: I've tried in vain to upload, since November 2, 2013, the following poem: "Words uttered in a subdued voice in order to constitute a dedication, Translation of Carlos Bousono's poem: Palabras dichas en voz baja para formar una dedicatoria", so if Soupers wish to check on it, go to ZCommunications.org; OccupyPoetry.net, PoemHunter.com or PoemsAbout.com. Many thanks. T. Wignesan (Quotation : « …sino esencia real que al tacto obliga », excerpted from Lope de Vega’s sonnet, « A un secreto muy secreto », 1634 in Bousono’s collection : Invasion de la realidad. Madrid : Espasa-Calpe, 1962. I’m not quite sure who the persona addresses : Lope de Vega, the most prolific playwright and sonneteer the world has known, some one else, the poet himself or the persona unto itself. Not that it matters, really ! T. Wignesan) With your truth, with your falsehood, left alone, with your incredible reality experienced, your invented reason, your consumed yet inexhaustible faith you raise high in the open ; with the sadness in which you perhaps roll on towards a haven you never felt attracted with those enormous hopes destroyed, the re-constructed like the sea its waves mend ; with your dreams of love which never become so really true like the sea suspired with your over-charged heart which is born dies and is re-born, resuscitates and dies, look at the immensity of reality because there lies open the source of all your truth and of all your falsehood. © T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
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