Roll cloud, Las Olas Beach, Punta del Este, Uruguay: photo by Daniela Mirner Eberl, 2009
So that's that for the Stranger, with whom, late
nights, you returned parley for parley.
There won't be anybody waiting for me now,
nobody to look after me, good bad.
Finally done with: the overheated afternoon,
your great hue and cry, the small talk
with your exhausted mother finally over,
the tea steeped in the coming of night.
Finished and none too soon: the holidays,
the head leant obediently upon your breast,
your way of making me stick around the house.
And over and done with at last as well the diminutive
lion's share of my endless dolor,
and our having been born like this for no cause.
Trilce XXXIV: César Vallejo (1922): translated by TC
Roll cloud over east coast of Yucatan, Mexico: photo by Sensenmann, 15 July 2005