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I am not jealous
of what came before me.

Come with a man 
on your shoulders,
come with a hundred men in your hair,
come with a thousand men between your breasts and your feet,
come like a river
full of drowned men
which flows down to the wild sea,
to the eternal surf, to Time!

Bring them all
to where I am waiting for you;
we shall always be alone,
we shall always be you and I
alone on earth
to start our life!


Translated by Brian Cole

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Added: 14 Apr 2003 | Last Read: 5 Sep 2026 2:48 AM | Viewed: 38710 times

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