Estoy afuera de mi,
afuera del mundo constructor
no me encuentran
no me encuentro
(Oda a Walls Candles de Constantine P. Cavafy)
Without consideration, without pity, without shame
they have built great and high walls around me.
And now I sit here and despair.
I think of nothing else: this fate gnaws at my mind;
for I had many things to do outside.
Ah why did I not pay attention when they were building the walls.
But I never heard any noise or sound of builders.
Imperceptibly they shut me from the outside world.
Constantine P. Cavafy (1896)