Fleas interest me so much

by

Pablo Neruda



    Fleas interest me so much

that I allow them to bite me for hours.

They are perfect, ancient, Sanskrit,

machines that admit of no appeal.

They don't bite to eat,

they bite only to jump;

they are the dancers of the celestial sphere,

delicate acrobats

in the softest and most profound circus;

let them gallop upon my skin,

divulge their emotions,

amuse themselves with my blood,

but someone should introduce them to me.

I want to know them closely,

I want to know what to rely on.



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