Return, Octavio Paz
I am surrounded by city
I lack air
Lack body
Lack
The stone that is pillow and slab
The grass that is cloud and water
Spirit flickers
Noon
Pounding fist of light
To collapse in an office
Or onto the pavement
To end up in a hospital
The pain of dyring like that
Isn’t worth the pain
I look back
That passerby
Nothing now but mist

Vuelta, Octavio Paz
Estoy rodeado de cuidad
Me falta aire
Me falta cuerpo
Me faltan
La piedra que es almohada y losa
La yerba que es nube y losa
Se apaga el anima
O sobre el asfalto
Ir a parar a un hospital
La pena de morir asi
No vale la pena
Miro hacio atras
Ese pasante
Ya no es sino bruma

It’s better not to go back to the village
The subverted paradise silent
In the shatter of shrapnel

Ramon Lopez Velarde