Verlaine There is a line that I will not remember.
There is a street that is closed next to my steps,
a mirror to me last seen, there is a door
have closed until the end of the world.
Among the books in my library (I'm seeing)
there is one that will never open. This summer will perform
fifty years
Death wears me out, relentless.
Jorge Luis Borges, the seer.
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