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When war broke out, I had
fourteen years and two months. At first
not affect me too much.
head was full of nothing but I still
more important.
discovered Les Fleurs du mal, and that meant
the poetry, certainly, but
there anything else I do not know how to call,
and that is what counts. Does rebellion? No.
It was then called.
lying in a hazelnut in the heart of a rose
withered leaves and very green, like skins
Track skinning, there
lying in the crotch of the world, I expected a happy

rebellion when the country erupted in revolution and counterrevolution
do not know if happy but revolutionized
me. Does life
moral ? Perhaps, but it seems ambiguous.
Perhaps the more accurate word is selfishness ,
and it is best to remember that there are fourteen
to move from first person:
and oppressing the plural, and the exercise of Stylite
singular, nausea
's perched on itself
seems a good program for the future. Then come the years
and, happily,
away too, and we're getting tired
hand caressing the face stubborn lamb
intimate, and then adopt the plural
do not know if modesty, that renounces
singular leaves us
but thanking and premiándolo.Basta "

(Gabriel Ferrater: In Memoriam, M ª Angels Cabré Translation)

(Full in Catalan)

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