W ithhold your foot from being unshod, and your throat from thirst. But you said, ‘There is no hope. No! For I have loved aliens, and after them I will go.’
Guarda tus pies de andar descalzos, y tu garganta de la sed. Mas dijiste: No hay remedio en ninguna manera, porque a extraños he amado, y tras ellos he de ir.
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