visit. Oliverio Girondo
you might know ... I'm not.
I do not know.
I do not know.
I hate what gap,
the love of mystery, the cult
ash
to as disintegrates.
I have never had contact with the inert.
If anything I have denied is indifference.
do not aspire to transmute,
not tempt me the rest.
still intrigue me absurd, grace.
I'm not for the immobile,
for the uninhabited.
When you come to fetch me, tell him
:
"has been moved." Who would abuse
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