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<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
My hands are cold.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0 I’ve gone out into the street,<\/p>\n
I’ve settled the minor matter<\/p>\n
and returned home to take again<\/p>\n
my place at this table.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I then discovered<\/p>\n
the coldness of my hands,<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 a sign<\/p>\n
which disturbs me perhaps without justification,<\/p>\n
it\u2019s just a little thing to have cold hands.<\/p>\n
This cold of November<\/p>\n
is in my hands, nothing else.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 It\u2019s me:<\/p>\n
I see the simple Greek vase<\/p>\n
and the usual evening around me.<\/p>\n
But it’s very rare for me to have cold hands.<\/p>\n
In a fleeting second, my thought has seen<\/p>\n
the probable fog, the filled out gray leaf<\/p>\n
where the name I have would be crossed out<\/p>\n
with the frosty ink of the end.<\/p>\n
Antonio Cabrera<\/strong>, Spain, (1958 \u2013 2019)<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Translation Germain Droogenbroodt \u2500 Stanley Bark<\/span><\/em> From: “Con el aire” <\/em>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n ***<\/span><\/p>\n Un segundo<\/em><\/strong> \/\/Tengo las manos fr\u00edas.\/ He salido a la calle,\/he resuelto el asunto banal correspondiente\/y he regresado a casa para ocupar de nuevo\/mi sitio en esta mesa.\/ He descubierto entonces\/la frialdad de mis manos,\/ signo\/que me perturba acaso sin justificaci\u00f3n,\/porque es muy poca cosa tener las manos fr\u00edas.\/Este fr\u00edo noviembre\/est\u00e1 en mis manos, nada m\u00e1s.\/ Soy yo:\/veo el jarr\u00f3n ingenuamente griego\/y la tarde de siempre rode\u00e1ndome.\/Pero en m\u00ed es muy raro tener las manos fr\u00edas.\/En un fugaz segundo, mi pensamiento ha visto\/la niebla tan probable, la hoja gris escrita\/donde el nombre que tengo estar\u00eda tachado\/con la tinta de escarcha del final.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" a second My hands are cold. \u00a0\u00a0 I’ve gone out into the street, I’ve settled the minor matter and returned home to take again my place at this table. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I then discovered the coldness of my hands, \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 a sign which disturbs me perhaps without justification, it\u2019s just a little thing to have cold […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":5209,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_wp_rev_ctl_limit":""},"categories":[33],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5208"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5208"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5208\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5211,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5208\/revisions\/5211"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/5209"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5208"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5208"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.point-editions.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5208"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}