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Vivo tan sólo para morir; viviendo, no hallo
nada que me haga odiosa a la muerte, excepto
un innato, despreciable y aun así invencible
instinto de vida: algo que aborrezco, tal como
me aborrezco a mí mismo; mas no puedo evitarlo,
y así, vivo. ¡Ojalá nunca hubiera nacido!

The pure warm stream
Which ran in the veins of my fathers, and in ours
When we were in our youth, and had one heart
And loved each other as we should not love,
And this was shed: but still it rises up
Colouring the clouds, that shut me out from heaven
Where thou art not- and I shall never be.