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Lauren Mendinueta

I FORGET MYSELF

October has arrived controlled by the rains,
and the remaining months have followed it here.
Suddenly this pile of time fills everything,
the green of the house, the chairs,
the blanket that covers the floor
when I lie down to read in the summer.
I am not able to abandon time,
had forgetfulness bestowed its grace on me
I would have been saved from this invasion.
Now I must step cautiously,
not mistreat myself with so many memories.
Will I deceive myself or will what I say be true?
I refuse this visit, I am not afraid of solitude.

OLVIDO DE MÍ

OLVIDO DE MÍ

Octubre ha llegado dominado por las lluvias,
y los demás meses lo han seguido hasta aquí.
De repente este amontonado tiempo lo llena todo,
el verde de la casa, las sillas, la manta que cubre el piso
cuando en el verano me recuesto a leer.
En mí no es posible el abandono del tiempo,
la gracia que supone el olvido
me hubiese salvado de esta invasión.
Ahora debo caminar con cuidado
para no maltratarme con tantos recuerdos.
¿Me engañaré o será verdad lo que voy a decir?
Renuncio a esta visita, no le temo a la soledad.
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I FORGET MYSELF

October has arrived controlled by the rains,
and the remaining months have followed it here.
Suddenly this pile of time fills everything,
the green of the house, the chairs,
the blanket that covers the floor
when I lie down to read in the summer.
I am not able to abandon time,
had forgetfulness bestowed its grace on me
I would have been saved from this invasion.
Now I must step cautiously,
not mistreat myself with so many memories.
Will I deceive myself or will what I say be true?
I refuse this visit, I am not afraid of solitude.

I FORGET MYSELF

October has arrived controlled by the rains,
and the remaining months have followed it here.
Suddenly this pile of time fills everything,
the green of the house, the chairs,
the blanket that covers the floor
when I lie down to read in the summer.
I am not able to abandon time,
had forgetfulness bestowed its grace on me
I would have been saved from this invasion.
Now I must step cautiously,
not mistreat myself with so many memories.
Will I deceive myself or will what I say be true?
I refuse this visit, I am not afraid of solitude.
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