PUZZLE by Nicanor Parra I give no one the right. I love a piece of rag. I shift tombs back and forth. I shift tombs back and forth. I give no one the right. I'm a ridiculous sort In the light of the sun, The plague of soda fountains Dying of rage. I am a hopeless case, My own hairs accuse me On the bargain altar The machines give no pardons. I laugh from behind a chair, my face fills with flies. I am the one who can’t say what he means Talking in long rows of what. I stutter, With my foot touches a sort of foetus. What are these stomachs for? Who made up this mess? It's best thing is not to let on. Thinking one thing I think something else. (Translated by W.S. Merwin) Rompecabezas No doy a nadie el derecho. Adoro un trozo de trapo. Traslado tumbas de lugar. Traslado tumbas de lugar. No doy a nadie el derecho. Yo soy un tipo ridíc...
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