The Witless Hidalgo
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Read in Spanish“The bond between insomnia and despair is indissoluble.”
Emil Cioran, On the Heights of Despair (1933)
The room is silent, but I am not.
Instead of stars, I have red numbers on the ceiling.
The clock projects the hour as if it were a sentence.
It’s not that I can’t sleep. The screams won’t stop inside.
And I keep remembering that the rubble hasn’t gone anywhere.
I survive in the child who listened to songs as if they were prophecies.
This piece was originally published in Spanish. You can read the original version here.