César Vallejo

“ I watch the rag-dressed man. And he could
gives us the heart;
but that luck that he doles out
in his hands, proclaiming loudly,
like a cruel bird, will come to a stop
where he neither knows nor wants,
this Bohemian god.
And I say on this warm Friday
overwhelmed by the sun:
why would God’s will have clothed itself
as a lottery-ticket-vendor!
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