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The endangered

is love. I have to hide or flee. Grow
his prison walls, like a fearful dream. The beautiful
mask has changed, but as always the only one. That I will
my talismans: the practice of literature, the vague scholarship, learning
the words I use, the rugged North
sing their seas and their swords, the serenity of friendship, the galleries of the Library,
common things, habits, the young love of my mother, my shadow military
dead, the timeless night, the taste of sleep?
Being with you or without you is the measure of my time.
already singingor breaks on the source, and the man rises
to the sound of birds have already been obscured by the windows watching,
but the darkness has not brought peace.
It's, you know, love, anxiety and relief to hear your voice,
waiting and the memory, the horror of living in the future.
is love with its own mythology, with its little magic useless.
There is a street corner that I dare not go. Now the armies
surround me, the rabble.
(This room is unreal, she has not seen.)
The name of a woman betrayed me.
hurts a woman in the whole body .

Jorge Luis Borges -----------