[Sasha Reiter (New York) e Isaac Goldemberg (Chepén/New York)].
TRILCE XVI
I have faith in being strong.
Give me, one-armed air, let me go
bestowing on myself stripes of zeroes on the left.
And you, sleep, give me your implacable diamond,
your untimely hour.
I have faith in being strong.
Over there a concave woman moves forward,
colorless quantity, whose
grace closes where my I opens.
In the air, friar past. Crabs, fool!
The green presidential flag is sighted,
lowering the six remaining flags,
all the draperies of return.
I have faith in what I am,
and in that I’ve been less.
Come on! Good first!
