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Paris October 1936

From all of this I am the only one who leaves.

From this bench I go away, from my pants,from my great situation, from my actions,from my number split side to side,from all of this I am the only one who leaves.

From the Champs Elysées or as the strangealley of the Moon makes a turn,my death goes away, my cradle leaves,and, surrounded by people, alone, cut loose,my human resemblance turns aroundand dispatches its shadows one by one.

And I move away from everything, since everythingremains to create my alibi:my shoe, its eyelet, as well as its mudand even the bend in the elbowof my own buttoned shirt.

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Cesar Vallejo

César Abraham Vallejo Mendoza (March 16, 1892 – April 15, 1938) was a Peruvian poet, writer, playwright, and journalist. Although he published o…
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