More prodigious than meteors.
The tall unknowable city takes over the countryside.
Sure of my life and my death, I observe the ambitious and would like to understand them
Their day is greedy as a lariat in the air
Their night is a rest from the rage within steel, quick to attack.
They speak of humanity;
My humanity is in feeling we are all voices of the same poverty.
They speak of homeland;
My homeland is the rhythm of a guitar, a few portraits an old sword,
the willow grove's visible prayer as evening falls.
Time is living me.
More silent than my shadow, I pass through the loftily covetous multitude.
They are indispensable, singular, worthy of tomorrow.
My name is someone and anyone.
I walk slowly; like one who comes from so far away he doesn't expect to arrive.
- Jorge Luis Borges.
