In episode 8 we read and translate Horacio Quiroga's poem "Tu Agonía."

Original: http://www.poesi.as/hq01078.htm

Translation:

the afternoon was dying and
your voice was a silk piano
and your wet hand felt
limp in mine.

your fingers anointed me
with something like
forgiveness and you spoke
and the gates closed behind us.

the summer gasped
and the daisies sighed
and the afternoon died,
bleeding out and into
your temples
and on those purple
lakes I saw two swans
heralding your agony.

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