You should, again, you should You should, Again, you should Go back to the days of your childhood, Perhaps the one When little dogs fell Looking for death And your young maiden aunt kept the newborn babes In a shopping basket. Your childhood memories won't come back, There are stages That doesn't want to travel. There they are, your old dog Your hen, three years old, And the hat that the Negress Elisa gave you When you were seven. There is no life, only The empty earth of adobe. Everything is vague: The years, your growing body The birth if those ideas that hound you. You should, Again, you should Remember the scent of your schoolmistress. But what difference does this make now? Translated by Rowena Hill