So I want to see you again
even in my sleep.
You have to know: now again
I grieve for you a lot.
The time, that past ago, with the pain,
makes my temples silver,
but the hope of mine - it never died.
The bells, they ring in duet:
Pain and misery!
And the things forgotten by us,
what about it?...
Can the oblivion end personality,
can she remember?
Nobody listens
in their mysterious Tink-Tink,
misery continues.
What lilies are in the field?
What evil has the time?
What of silence in the puna of Andes?
Sounds sing of the strongest timpano.
Juan Esteban Yupanqui Villalobos (20th century) Peru
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