Juan Manuel Roca (Colombia)

Por: Juan Manuel Roca
Traductor: Nicolás Suescún.


Goya's testament

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.



Última actualización: 22/06/2021