"Boast of Quietness"

Writings of light assault the darkness, more prodigious than meteors.
The tall unknowable city takes over the countryside
Sure of my life and my death, I observe the ambitious and would like to
understand them.
Their day is greedy as a lariat in the air.
their night is a rest from the rage within steel, quick to attack.
they speak of humanity.
my homeland is the rythm of a guitar, a few portraits, an old sword,
the willow grove's visible prayer as evening falls.
Time is living me.
More silent than my shadow, I pass through the loftily covetous multitude.
They are indespisable, singular, worthy of tomoroow.
My name is someone and anyone.
I walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away he dosent expect to arrive.

----------Jorge Luis Borges