Digamos que en el mar se han ahogado todas las metáforas. Lo han visto solo, como a un ciego. Lo han visto como la tierra endeble del estío. Como presencia impune y como artificio de la destrucción, a nadie rinde cuentas en su continua faena, en su colosal esfuerzo por reparar su primer error: haber dejado escapar al aire la tierra, haber erigido el tiempo de sus habitantes.

Let’s say that all metaphors have drowned in the sea. They have seen him alone, like a blind man. They have seen him like the flimsy ground of summer. As an unpunished presence and an artifice of destruction, he is not held accountable for his continuous work, his colossal effort to repair his first mistake: to have allowed earth to escape to air, to have erected the time of its dwellers.