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Semi-colons, language pageant, air mailbox,

rubber bullets, strains with the aroma of Voltaire’s armchair,

moon by day, tears of pleasure with out cobwebs,

chabulerías, Inés del alma mia, Martín Romaña.

Naughty pen, English tonsils, pen with buts,

desk wine, your Tarzan is my Caesar with out a downpour,

yours is my home, little satanic baby,

ice that burns, teardrops that marry Doña Anita.

Crazy Havana, Cádiz in carnivals, Latin neighborhood

Lima that castles the cardinal factors of my future

Lope, Quevedo and the one-armed man from Lepanto do not trouble me

heal from worry with the tune of Alfredo Bryce Echenique.