Un análisis del primer poema de Marcel Proust, “Pederastía”


Pederasty If I had money from a boundless mint and sinew enough in hands, lips, loins, I’d shun the vanity of politics and print, and leave—tomorrow? No, tonight!—for lawns luminous with artificial green (without the rustic flaws of frost and vermin), where I’d forever be sleeping with one warm child or other: François? Firmin? . . . […]

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