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Es la época de las lluvias en Morazán. Las mañanas son, generalmente, cálidas y soleadas. Al mediodía, el cielo se torna amenazadoramente oscuro y antes de que uno tenga un momento de duda, una sorprendente descarga de agua parece estar rompiendo el universo en pedazos. Una de esas tormentas está azotando en este momento. El cielo es denso y morado y la fuerza de la lluvia alcanza el interior de la casa haciéndome sentir que está lloviendo tanto adentro como afuera.Es la época de las lluvias en Morazán. Las mañanas son, generalmente, cálidas y soleadas. Al mediodía, el cielo se torna amenazadoramente oscuro y antes de que uno tenga un momento de duda, una sorprendente descarga de agua parece estar rompiendo el universo en pedazos. Una de esas tormentas está azotando en este momento. El cielo es denso y morado y la fuerza de la lluvia alcanza el interior de la casa haciéndome sentir que está lloviendo tanto adentro como afuera.
Report #8: December 29, 2006
Ten days in Buenos Aires find me still with difficulties on how to write this report, this “conversation”. The multiplicity of events and the overwhelming episodes of the last few intense months make me feel that I do not know where or how to start. As always, at a point like this, I wish I were a poet! Not being one, I convoke Roberto Juarroz, an Argentina poet, unfairly unknown outside Argentina, but revered here for his innovative metric and his austere poetics. He says: “ A net of gazing eyes, keeps the world united, it does not allow it to fall”.
Ten days in Buenos Aires find me still with difficulties on how to write this report, this “conversation”. The multiplicity of events and the overwhelming episodes of the last few intense months make me feel that I do not know where or how to start. As always, at a point like this, I wish I were a poet! Not being one, I convoke Roberto Juarroz, an Argentina poet, unfairly unknown outside Argentina, but revered here for his innovative metric and his austere poetics. He says: “ A net of gazing eyes, keeps the world united, it does not allow it to fall”.
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