BLACK STONE ON TOP
OF A WHITE STONE
César Vallejo / Piedra negra sobre una piedra blanca (De otros mundos)
César Vallejo / Pedra negra sobre uma pedra branca (Pessoa)
I shall die in Paris, in a rainstorm,
On a day I already remember.
I shall die in Paris it does not bother me
Doubtless on a Thursday, like today, in Autumn.
On a day I already remember.
I shall die in Paris it does not bother me
Doubtless on a Thursday, like today, in Autumn.
It shall be a Thursday, because today, Thursday
As I put down these lines, I have set my shoulders
To the evil. Never like today have I turned,
And headed my whole journey to the ways where I am alone.
As I put down these lines, I have set my shoulders
To the evil. Never like today have I turned,
And headed my whole journey to the ways where I am alone.
Cesar Vallejo is dead. They struck him,
All of them, though he did nothing to them,
They hit him hard with a stick and hard also
With the end of a rope. Witnesses are: the Thursdays,
The shoulder bones, the loneliness, the rain, and the roads...
All of them, though he did nothing to them,
They hit him hard with a stick and hard also
With the end of a rope. Witnesses are: the Thursdays,
The shoulder bones, the loneliness, the rain, and the roads...
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