César Vallejo,
The Black Heralds
“ And man... poor man... poor man! He turns his eyes, as when someone taps us on the shoulder; he turns his wild eyes, and all he’s lived wells up, like a puddle of guilt, in his face. There are such blows in life, so strong... I don’t know! This work is a translation and has a separate copyright status to the applicable copyright protections of the original content. ”
