Books I buy
Between the strange rains
And heat
Of 1992
Which I’ve already read
Or will never read
Books for my son to read
Lautaro’s library
Which will need to resist
Other rains
And other scorching heats
— Therefore, the edict is this:
Resist, my dear books,
Cross thy days like medieval knights
And care for my son
In the years to come
(From Two Poems For Lautaro Bolaño)
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