EN FRENTE …

De mi mirada there’s a child. Perched on some kind of
Construccion. Just out of touching distance. Diciendo que:
El ya lo es! Que es confirmado! Y su madre, abajo,
Esta diciendo: Are you sure? And the kid is sure and its
Far too early, but the kid will be proved correcto. And…
… all around are pulses of happiness, Ching-ching-ching,
Golpeandote, striking you though you can’t see them.
Knocked sideways I’m almost lost for air. It’s a headrush,
As the astute writer will fuggily observe. Es el
Sabor de un felicidad, un cambio, de algo
Espectacular, realmente, sur-realmente;
Something known before but never known before, a sense of
Being and not-being, too good to be true, through which you
Stagger, in which you breathe, breathless; beatific
Asthmatic, momentary, ya esta passando. Head back
To Rio Negro, the result now incontestable,
Because it has been felt by all who are present;
A sensation that shall never be negated.


montevideo 01.11.04