"Nothing gapes wider than my wound I cry over this disaster, over everything, and feel your death…"

“Nothing gapes wider than my wound
I cry over this disaster, over everything,
and feel your death more than my life.

I walk over the stubble of the dead,
and without warmth or consolation from anyone
I leave my heart behind, and mind my business.

Death flew off with you too soon,
dawn dawned too soon,
you were put into earth too soon.

I won’t forgive lovestruck death,
I won’t forgive this indifferent life,
I won’t forgive the earth, or anything.”

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Miguel Hernandez, from “Elegy” (translated by Don Share)

I never have dreams. Like really, never. Except for the past two weeks I have been having horrible ones and I wake up screaming and gasping for air.

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