Sometimes,
In the intimidating proximity of shadows
You want to retreat
Into the very sensations of the body
From where you wish to escape,
But the vanishing road escarpment,
The artifice of colonial history,
Leaves you somewhat disembodied
And agitated
By the spirit of things to come.
August 1997, Cambridge
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Hello Rodrigo! Thank you for visiting!
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