Tuesday, January 11, 2000

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)