Woodcutter.
Cut out my shadow.
Free me from the torture
of seeing myself fruitless.
Why was I born among mirrors?
The daylight revolves around me.
And the night herself repeats me
in all her constellations.
I want to live not seeing self.
I shall dream the husks and insects
change inside my dreaming
into my birds and foilage.
Woodcutter.
Cut out my shadow.
Free me from the torture
of seeing myself fruitless.
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Woodcutter.
Cut out my shadow.
Free me from the torture
of seeing myself fruitless.
Why was I born among mirrors?
The daylight revolves around me.
And the night herself repeats me
in all her constellations.
I want to live not seeing self.
I shall dream the husks and insects
change inside my dreaming
into my birds and foilage.
Woodcutter.
Cut out my shadow.
Free me from the torture
of seeing myself fruitless.
1898 - 1936/Spanish