<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354066" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Visitor</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Spanish he whispers there is no time left. <br>It is the sound of scythes arcing in wheat,<br>the ache of some field song in Salvador.<br>The wind along the prison, cautious<br>as Francisco's hands on the inside, touching <br>the walls as he walks, it is his wife's breath<br>slipping into his cell each night while he<br>imagines his hand to be hers. It is a small country.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is nothing one man will not do to another.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Carolyn+Forch%C3%A9">Carolyn Forché</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354066" data-title="The Visitor de Carolyn Forché" data-description="In Spanish he whispers there is no time left. It is the sound of scythes arcing in wheat, the ache of some field song in Salvador. The wind along the prison, cautious as Francisco's hands on the inside, touching the walls as he walks, it is his ..."></div> </div> </div>

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