TORONTO, ON - FEBRUARY 4: Auston Matthews #34 of the Toronto Maple Leafs and teammate Mitch Marner #16 warm up before facing the Anaheim Ducks at the Scotiabank Arena on February 4, 2019 in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Photo by Kevin Sousa
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TORONTO, ON - FEBRUARY 4: Auston Matthews #34 of the Toronto Maple Leafs and teammate Mitch Marner #16 warm up before facing the Anaheim Ducks at the Scotiabank Arena on February 4, 2019 in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Photo by Kevin Sousa

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it’s embarrassing to admit that i’m still inclined to wish on every eyelash that falls on my fingertip, like a child cradling some false hope, choosing stories over reality to cope with the absence of clarity over what you and I mean, over everything that we could have been; but we both know that there aren’t enough eyelashes on my face to bring back even a trace of longing within you
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“Qué estará haciendo esta hora mi andina y dulce Rita de junco y capulí;
ahora que me asfixia Bizancio, y que dormita
la sangre, como flojo cognac, dentro de mí.
Dónde estarán sus manos que en actitud contrita
planchaban en las tardes blancuras por venir;
ahora, en esta lluvia que me quita
las ganas de vivir.
Qué será de su falda de franela; de sus
afanes; de su andar;
de su sabor a cañas de mayo del lugar.
Ha de estarse a la puerta mirando algún celaje,
y al fin dirá temblando: «Qué frío hay... Jesús!»
y llorará en las tejas un pájaro salvaje.”