Since mans life is nothing but a bit of action at a distance, A bit of foam shining inside a glass; Since trees are nothing but moving trees; Nothing but chairs and tables in perpetual motion; Since we ourselves are nothing but beings (As the godhead itself is nothing but God); Now that we do not speak solely to be heard But so that others may speak And the echo precede the voice that produces it; Since we do not even have the consolation of a chaos In the garden that yawns and fills with air, A puzzle that we must solve before our death So that we may nonchalantly resuscitate later on When we have led woman to excess; Since there is also a heaven in hell, Permit me to propose a few things: I wish to make a noise with my feet I want my soul to find its proper body. - Nicanor Parra - Piano Solo - Translation by William Carlos Williams -
Posted on: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 12:28:39 +0000
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