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NOT EVEN an island for innocence
in the hot-cold parallels
and in all the latitudes which squeeze the world.
But wait for me
in the trap of memory:
where the joining of extreme forgetfulness
with swollen dreams
will not obstruct.
Wait for me
in the only oasis I know,
and when you feel the waiting is too long, count
with the rungs of the rope ladder between earth and heaven,
the words spoken in vain:
the only oasis I know.
ITZULPENA : Sarah J. Trutle eta Iñaki Mendiguren