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The Wedding
Each takes off his skin
Each uncovers his constellation
Which has never seen the night

Each fills his skin with stones
Each starts dancing with it
By the light of his own stars

He who doesn't stop until dawn
He who doesn't blink doesn't drop
He earns his skin

(This game is rarely played)

- translated by Anne Pennington

from The PIP Anthology of World Poetry, volume 4

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[kassrachel.livejournal.com]

Wow. That is gorgeous.

[kirbyfest.livejournal.com]

God. This is beautiful.

[qrssama.livejournal.com]

I really like that.