|uruguayan poet maroso di giorgio|
|buy this book, people. i'm serious|
(this is a plug for making poetry a bigger part of your life and sending some love in the form of money to publishers of poetry by doing a radical thing called buying volumes of poems.)
"I saw them open their lips, black as the night, their gold teeth, after an almond, a pumpkin seed.
To face one's own mark, playing and fighting; and in love without others, to twist until death."