Los detectives perdidos / Roberto Bolaño

The Lost Detectives

The lost detectives in the dark city
I heard their moans
I heard their steps in the Theater of Youth
A voice advancing like an arrow
Shadow of cafés and parks
Frequented during adolescence
The detectives who observe
Their open hands
Destiny stained with its own blood
And you can’t even remember
Where you were injured
The faces you once loved
The woman who saved your life




{ Roberto Bolaño, La Universidad Desconocida, Editorial Anagrama, 2007 }