Life
Vicente Aleixandre (Sevilla, 1898-1984)
A paper bird chest
says the time has come kisses;
live, live, the sun pops invisible,
kissing birds, late or soon or ever.
To die just a ruidillo,
another's heart to be silent, or that lap
alien on earth
is a golden vessel for blond hair.
sore head, golden temples, the sun is going to be;
here in the shadow dream of a river, green blood rushes
now being born, supported
you sleep hot or life.
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