Acerca del ser, Parte I /About being, Part I

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Estuve sentada frente al mar. Era una tarde de primeros momentos, ya no recordaba que la sal escocía mis heridas en los pies y el horizonte se difundía como si lloviera al final o como si se esperara morir. Entonces tenía una conversación sin salida. Bastó mirar el mar para dejar entrar la Epifanía que parece revelar el pasado, tantas horas en la arena, tantos años…

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I was seated in front of the sea. It was a first moments evening and I could barely remember the salt burning my wounded feet, the horizon was sweeping around like rain or like waiting to die. Then, I was having a conversation without and exit. Was enough just to look at the sea to let the Epiphany in and seems to be showing the past, so many hours in the sand, so many years…

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