The air, the rock, the pendulum, the
clarity of the night
give news of the world
no one knows how to read. Are they
for them, nothing more? The day’s
wrap up a flash fenced in
by used up faces.
Their only shelter is the
delirium of desire.
– Juan Gelman
(Tr. by K. M. Hedeen & V. Rodríguez Núñez)