Friday, February 3, 2012
José Manuel Arango / Writing
WRITING
By José Manuel Arango
Translated by Nicolás Suescún
night, like an animal
left its breath on my window
between the needles of the cold
I look at the trees
and in the misty glass
with my index finger, I write
this ephemeral word
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