A Love Letter
by Julio Cortázar
Everything I'd want from you
Is finally so little
because finally it's everything
like a dog going by, or a hill,
those meaningless things, mundane,
wheat ear and long hair and two lumps of sugar,
the smell of your body,
whatever you say about anything,
with or against me,
all that which is so little
I want from you because I love you.
May you look beyond me,
may you love me with violent disregard
for tomorrow, let the cry
of your coming explode
in the boss's face in some office
and let the pleasure we invent together
be one more sign of freedom. |
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