When the horses time to stop my door.
I hesitate always watching them drink
Since it's my blood they quench their thirst.
They turn to face my eye
While recognizing their long lines of weakness
fill me And leave me so tired, so lonely and disappointing
That night invades my eye passing
And suddenly I need to redo
forces me to one day Where would the coupling thirsty
I can still live and drink.
SUPERVIELLE
Jules (1884-1960)
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