I shall die in Paris, in a rainstorm, 
 On a day I already remember. 
 I shall die in Paris—it does not bother me— 
 Doubtless on a Thursday, like today, in autumn.
Poemas Humanos (1939). Black Stone on Top of a White Stone
I shall die in Paris, in a rainstorm, 
 On a day I already remember. 
 I shall die in Paris—it does not bother me— 
 Doubtless on a Thursday, like today, in autumn.
Poemas Humanos (1939). Black Stone on Top of a White Stone