drowning in language
i was born with 3 sardines on the plate. already gasping for air. drowning in words. too much language. rye toast and pickles. i already feel better. but I can't explain my joy neither in english nor Spanish. if only i knew chinanteco, i could be beautifully misunderstood in three languages.
para traducir a shakespeare / y comer pescado / mucho cuidado: / poco se gana con saber inglΓ©s.
β nicanor parra