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farther than everything

Es la hora de partir, la dura y fría hora

que la noche sujeta a todo horario.

 

El cinturón ruidoso del mar ciñe la costa.

Surgen frías estrellas, emigran negros pájaros.

 

Abandonado como los muelles en el alba.

Sólo la sombra trémula se retuerce en mis manos.

 

Ah más allá de todo. Ah más allá de todo.

 

Pablo Neruda, from "La canción desesperada" (The Song of Despair)

 

(it is the hour of departure, the hard cold hour

which the night fastens to all the timetables.

 

the rustling belt of the sea girdles the shore.

cold stars heave up, black birds migrate.

 

deserted like the wharves at dawn.

only the tremulous shadow twists in my hands.

 

oh farther than everything. oh farther than everything.)

 

Sabre 620

Kodak Tri-X 400, expired 5/96

re-spooled

developed in HC110,solution B, 6 mins.

 

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Taken on April 17, 2012