Black Stone on Top of a White Stone by César Vallejo
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I shall die in Paris, in a rainstorm, On a day I already remember.
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Black Stone on Top of a White Stone by César Vallejo

by DerEinzige

I shall die in Paris, in a rainstorm,

On a day I already remember.

I shall die in Paris-- it does not bother me--

Doubtless on a Thursday, like today, in autumn.

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It shall be a Thursday, because today, Thursday

As I put down these lines, I have set my shoulders

To the evil. Never like today have I turned,

And headed my whole journey to the ways where I am alone.

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César Vallejo is dead. They struck him,

All of them, though he did nothing to them,

They hit him hard with a stick and hard also

With the end of a rope. Witnesses are: the Thursdays,

The shoulder bones, the loneliness, the rain, and the roads...

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