Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Why Nicaragua?

Exam. Final. Not going out from my apartament. Secular asceticism. Voluntary cooperation with tiredness. In the meantime I play some poetry

Green plumes of the palm trees. Far off,
rough with antiquity, solemn with myth,
stands the stone tribe of old volcanoes
which, like all else, await their instant
of infinity.

(Rubén Darío, Noon)