Beautiful unremembered moments
like the lost poetry of Bertran de Born
and Meso-American legends.
Hidden in bed, happy,
while outside it rains.
Beautiful uncharted moments without
valiant captains
to guarantee the trip home.
Where there are no girls or cities
or fires.
Just your body
wrapped in a dirty raincoat,
recicling on the beach,
reading.
Roberto Bolaño
Translation from Laura Healy