I have gone marking the atlas of your body with crosses of fire. My mouth went across: a spider, trying to hide. In you, behind you, timid, driven by thirst.[He ido marcando con cruces de fuego el atlas blanco de tu cuerpo. Mi boca era una araña que cruzaba escondiéndose. En ti, detrás de ti, temerosa, sedienta.]
Source:(Penguin Books, ed. 1981), Poem XIII. I Have Gone Marking, Page 39
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