From Mantis 5
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EN LUGAR DE LA NADA
Marta swims the shallows to my house,
cleaves the Heraclitus moss effortlessly
from the Spanish more than chiasmus
y les vagues du fascisme:
alma de agua de morte, mais más a o a solo
solids of water from moss plus two currents to psyche
Là en lugar de nadar, son corps nettoie l'eau
by vague outline heat lines
ripple the air, her strokes, a water.
Marta swims a solid purity shaped like spear
in Mediterraneans damned at Ceuta,
no other soul nada for nothing
for nadie rests chez nous.