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The women say,
so many women,
they say as if in a broken whisper,
they say as if afraid and joyful
with their chests lit up
like dragons in love
that near Melipilla
at the crack of dawn
when night enters the clarity of day,
in gallops ìMs Quintralaî,
queen of insomnia,
owner of all the lands,
the other Chilean that
left men mute with a ring.
That is what the women of Melipilla say.
II
Mrs Catalina of the rivers, they called her
when in her carriage she raised the haze,
the fog, the sleepy flowers,
and the women were frightened and made the signs
of faith
when they saw her go by
and the women also
wanted to be her,
to play naked,
whip the trees,
love the slaves,
look at themselves naked in the streams,
soften the crevices of the body with oil
and violet oceans.
III
They, the women of the town,
they said that in the midst of silence,
that in the midst of the evening prayer,
Mrs Catalina of the rivers arrived
offering herself incense and the faith of sex.
All of this they said,
the women of Melipilla
when the gentlemen arrived
in modern and antique carriages
to ask where is the house
of Mrs Catalina
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