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The end was quick and bitter.
Slow and sweet was the time between us,
slow and sweet were the nights
when my hands did not touch one another in despair but in the love 
of your body which came
between them.

And when I entered into you 
it seemed then that great happiness
could be measured with precision
of sharp pain.  Quick and bitter.

Slow and sweet were the nights.
Now is bitter and grinding as sand—
"Let's be sensible" and similiar curses.

And as we stray further from love
we multiply the words,
words and sentences so long and orderly.
Had we remained together 
we could have become a silence.


Translated by Assia Gutmann


Submitted by Angelica Rodriguez

Added: 9 Mar 2003 | Last Read: 7 Jun 2025 11:34 PM | Viewed: 9718 times

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