Poem
Héctor Rojas Herazo
A hole
I ask the fat shopkeeperin all seriousness:
“Are you God, sir?”
And he answers me
while he cuts small pieces of ham,
while his eyes
die little by little:
“No, I am not God, but I know him.”
“What’s he like?” I ask him.
And he answers: “He is so and so.”
And he gives me his size, weight and measurements
© Translation: 2005, Nicolás Suescún
Un agujero
Un agujero
Le preguntó al tendero gordo,con toda seriedad:
– ¿Usted es Dios, señor?
Y él me responde,
mientras corta trocitos de jamón,
mientras mueren
poco a poco sus ojos:
– No, no soy Dios, pero sí lo conozco.
–¿Cómo es él? – le pregunto.
Y el me responde: – Es así.
Y me da su tamaño, su peso, sus medidas.
© 1995, Héctor Rojas Herazo
From: Las úlceras de Adán
Publisher: Editorial Norma, Bogotá
From: Las úlceras de Adán
Publisher: Editorial Norma, Bogotá
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A hole
I ask the fat shopkeeperin all seriousness:
“Are you God, sir?”
And he answers me
while he cuts small pieces of ham,
while his eyes
die little by little:
“No, I am not God, but I know him.”
“What’s he like?” I ask him.
And he answers: “He is so and so.”
And he gives me his size, weight and measurements
© 2005, Nicolás Suescún
From: Las úlceras de Adán
From: Las úlceras de Adán
A hole
I ask the fat shopkeeperin all seriousness:
“Are you God, sir?”
And he answers me
while he cuts small pieces of ham,
while his eyes
die little by little:
“No, I am not God, but I know him.”
“What’s he like?” I ask him.
And he answers: “He is so and so.”
And he gives me his size, weight and measurements
© 2005, Nicolás Suescún
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