It will not be what is yet to come, but
that which came and already left,
but that which came and already left.
translated by Clayton Eshleman
It will not be what is yet to come, but
that which came and already left,
but that which came and already left.
translated by Clayton Eshleman
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Thanks for sharing Vallejo.