miércoles, 2 de febrero de 2011

THE CAGE


THE CELL


It is a square, 

it is a lane, 
up the cavern, 
down the cave. 

And I miss a leap of faith.
So little time is left
for the time of the space, 
the void in the lake,
that polar depth, that staring gaze- 
the seal, the bull, the cat. 

(The global antiglobalist's
monologue,
the steppenwolf). 

What a hermit,
what a monk!



Living outside...
Truth shocks itself.

How dirty, 

how cruel and lame!
I want the square 
to come back again.
I want the cage.


By Vanessa Navarro Reverte.