miércoles, 12 de diciembre de 2012


Soon the night will come.
You will succeed to leave the labyrinth.
There are a lot of masks and it is true
that we are nothing but dust and water.

The earth is waiting for us.
Defend me from the wind and from the scythe
that will cut me in better times.

Southwards, at noon, I shall be free
just like the sun that rises every morning.

Gonzalo Salesky (Córdoba, Argentina)