Juan Manuel Roca (Colombia)
Por:
Juan Manuel Roca
Traductor:
Nicolás Suescún.
Goya's testament
Time
Has devoured my face
As Saturn his sons.
Maybe my deafness was a gift,
The way to damp down
The nocturnal scream from the shootings,
The fierce song of madness.
I come with news of the shadows,
The dream of reason
That gallops its turbulent horses
In my bedroom.