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THE HEART

Alaida Foppa

Painting by Barbaras BilderKunst

THE HEART

They say it’s the size
of my clenched fist.
Small, then,
but that’s enough
to set in motion
all of this.
It’s a laborer,
who works well,
though he longs for a break;

it’s a prisoner
who dimly hopes
to escape.
ALAIDA FOPPA

(Barcelona 1914 – Ciudad de Guatemala 1980)
Translation Germain Droogenbroodt Stanley Barkan

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