This is my free version of a poem of Julio Cortazar.
Bolero - Julio Cortázar
What a vanity to imagine
that I can give you all, love and bliss,
paths, music, toys.
All of that is true:
I give you all what is mine, is true;
but all of mine is not enough for you.
Like to me, is not enough that you
give me all of yours.
Because that, we will never be
the perfect couple, like the post card,
if we are not able to accept
that only in maths,
two is the result of one plus one.
Thereabouts I see a paper
in which only reads:
You always was my mirror,
it means that to see me I had to see you.
And this little fragment:
The slow loveless's machine
the gears of the reflux
bodies that left the pillows
beddings and kisses.
And stand up against the mirror,
They wonder to themselves,
not already seeing between them,
not now naked to each other,
I don't love you anymore,
sweetheart.
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