Julia de Burgos

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Rompeolas- Seawall
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I'm going to make a seawall
with my small happiness...
I don't want the sea to know
that pains go through my breast.
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I don't want the sea to touch
the shore of my earth...
I have run out of dreams,
crazy from shadows in the sand.
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I don't want the sea to look
at blue mourning in my path...
(My eyelids were auroras
when the storm crossed!)
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I don't want the sea to cry
a new rainstorm at my door...
All the eyes of the wind
already cry me as dead.
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I'm going to make a seawall
with my small happiness,
light happiness of knowing myself,
mine the hand that closes.
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I don't want the sea to arrive
at the thirst of my poem,
blind in the middle of light,
broken in the middle of an absence.