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The Night in Isla Negra
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Es tan corto el amor, y tan largo el olvido. (Love is so short, and forgetting is so long.)
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Es tan corto el amor, y tan largo el olvido.
(Love is so short, and forgetting is so long.)
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The word was born in the blood, grew in the dark body, beating, and took flight through the lips and the mouth. Farther away and nearer still, still it came from dead fathers and from wondering races, from lands which had turned to stone, lands weary of their poor tribes, for when grief took to the roads the people set out and arrived and married new land and water to grow their words again. And so this is the inheritance; this is the wavelength which connects us with dead men and the dawning of new beings not yet come to light.
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A child who does not play is not a child, but the man who doesn't play has lost forever the child who lived in him and who he will miss terribly.
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