I dont come out

to bind my eyes,

by mountain firesides.

I come out of books to people orchards

depth or sky

to wrap me in paper,

have not eaten poems--

and the one I love

among harbours.

when saying all their say in my song.

Copper igno九_九_藏_書ts

to work the burning metals

calls me

out of earth and men.

send books back to their shelves,

books,

The oceans surge is calling.

clings to its shores, by dawn

Book, let me go.

exciting happenings,

and Rodriguez calls,

and dig their food

has laid poisono九_九_藏_書us wires

from life itself,

to fill me up

with typography,

Im on my way

they devour

slide down sand-pits

faltering cries

the chalk ribs

Among the islands

with the hoarse family of my song,

books of forest or snow,

touches the feet, the thighs,

from the "Mi九九藏書ne" Union

I wont go clothed

(whose name I wont let out)

in volumes,

free of mythology:

and circling fly.

our ocean

throbs with fish,

I learned about life

I open life.

Im going down into the streets.

in which thought

I hear

expects me in Bucalemu.

and Jose Antonio--

b九_九_藏_書ut hate

and could teach no one anything

my poems

as if it had excited a guitar.

The wind

No book has been able

or to eat smoked beef

Night time.

with dust in my shoes

of collected works,

with something in common among men,

the spider book

feed on rough weather,

to Tocopilla.

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I love adventurous

except that I have lived

When I close a book

to trap the juvenile

The whole of night

love I learned in a single kiss

or was ever able

of my country.

it wakes up singing

when fighting with them,

with heavenly imprints