Epitaph

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A bird once lived in me.
A flower traveled in my blood.
My heart was once a violin.

I loved or didn’t love. But sometimes I
was loved. I reveled in
them, too: the spring,
the hands together, bliss.
I say, and so a man should be!

Here lies a bird.
A flower.
A violin.

*******
✍ Juan Gelman (Buenos Aires, 3 May 1930 ~ México D. F., 14 January 2014).
* Translated by Robin Myers.  

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