i think table and i say chair by Gloria Fuertes

i think table and i say chair,
I buy bread and i lose it,
whatever i learn i forget
and what this means is i love you.
the harrow says it all
and the huddled beggar
the fish that flies through the living room
the bull bellowing in his last corner
Between Santander and Asturias
a river runs, deer pass,
a herd of saints passes,
a great load passes.
a great load passes,
Between my blood and my tears
there is a tiny bridge,
and nothing crosses: what
this means is I love you.

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