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I won't be the poet of a decrepit world.
Nor will I sing the world of the future.
I'm bound to life, and I look at my companions.
They're taciturn but nourish great hopes.
In their midst, I consider capacious reality.
The present is so large, let's not stray far.
Let's stay together and go hand in hand.
I won't be the singer of some woman, some tale, I won't evoke the sighs at dusk, the scene outside the window, I won't distribute drugs or suicide letters, I won't flee to the islands or be carried off by seraphim.
Time is my matter, present time, present people, the present life.