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Juan Manuel Roca
(Colombia, 1946)
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.
Translated by Nicolás Suescún.
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