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DRINK PRICELESS WINE FULL OF GNATS.
nieto de la vid, licor bendito
German mosquitos of fine sips,
Dandruff of the tastiest glass of wine,
Just because fire has butterflies,
You want grape juice to have wineflies.

Flying pieces of rind, mean atoms,
Drunk spots, wine birds,
Fluff jealous of wine,
Bumble bees from fat honey.

Nits from the wine harvest, I'll allow you
In my throat as your rope is
The grandson of the vineyard, blessed liquor.

Sail towards my Adam's apple
As drinking you all I'll get even
For all the wine you drunk and is drowning you.

¡Quién pudiera preguntarle a Quevedo qué quiso decir! Quién pudiera saber si iba o venía, si
subía o bajaba, si amaba, si odiaba. Quién pudiera saber si ese "licor bendito" que "admitió en
su gaznate" dulcificó alguna vez la acidez de su verbo. ¡Quién pudiera entender a un genio!

Inma Chacón
Escritora
Writer
If only one could ask Quevedo what he meant! If only one was able to know whether he came or
went, whether he went up or down, whether he loved or hated. If only one knew if that "blessed
liquor he allowed in his throat" made the bitterness of his words more pleasant. If only one could
understand a genius!

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