El sueño insomne / Ludovico Silva

Insomniac Dream

I live a little and yet, I live.
I exist cornered
between an armchair where my father died
and some beer.

My father learned from television
how to die alone
dreaming that he dreamed.
On memory’s screen I see
a way of dying a thousand times.

What solitude facing the merchandise!
What solitude, Jesus, of the Philistines
in your future temple!
What solitude, oh Karl, amidst the ruins
of your own mysteries!


20 July 1978




{ Ludovico Silva, Cuaderno de la noche, Caracas: Editorial Arte, 1979 }