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netters All women who died in the front



dust remains


From that thunder of that terrible blaze

who grew up before my eyes, has been forever
, confused
in the air, a dust of hatred
a tristísma

ash that fell and fell
on earth, and still
falling into my memory,
in my chest,
sheets of writing paper.

Joseph A.
Goytisolo (Barcelona ,1928-1999)