The First Déja Vu A horse on the pampas and a tree. A horse swaying with boat tenderness. A honey horse and two stiff reins. What? Didn’t you see death? How it galloped? A wooden horse and a tree split wandering through wastelands. Then I remembered what I was like: absent, swayed, sad, liquid. What? Didn’t you see death? How it galloped? (from Spanish to English translation: Katherine M. Hedeen) The Drowned Man I’d like to make it clear that it wasn’t the river but the earth itself where I drowned. The only river in my memory is a shudder where small things sink even though they never fully disappear. Sometimes they sink before the river runs past. And their cries for help always comes too late. (from Spanish to English translation: Katherine M. Hedeen) Wonder Today’s work involves moving a stone from here to there. It’s a heavy rock, more t...