I'll give you a thin street.
Desperate sunset.
Desperate sunset.
The moon in the jagged suburbs.
The moon in the wilderness
I tell you the pain of a man who has been staring at the lonely moon for a long time.
I will give you a sad look at the lonely moon for a long time.
I offer you my ancestors, my dead people.
I gave you my dead grandparents.
A ghost carved in marble by the living.
Later, people used marble to pay homage to their ancestors.
My father's father was killed at the border of Buenos Aires.
My father's father was killed at the border of Buenos Aires.
Two bullets went through his lungs.
Two bullets penetrated his chest.
Bearded and dead.
He died with a beard.
Wrapped in cowhide by his soldiers.
The body was wrapped in cowhide by soldiers.
My mother's grandfather.
My mother's grandfather.
Only twenty-four
I was only twenty-four years old.
Lead 300 men to charge in Peru.
Leading 300 people to the front in Peru.
Ghosts on horseback now disappearing.
Now they are all ghosts on horseback.
I offer you any ideas that may be contained in my book.
I'll give you all the insights that can be contained in my book.
No matter how masculine or humorous my life is.
And all the masculinity and humor in my life.
I give you the loyalty of someone who has never been loyal.
I give you the loyalty of someone you never trusted.
I give you my core, the central heart, which I have preserved in some way.
I'll give you my preserved core.
No words, no dreams.
Don't make words and sentences, don't trade dreams.
Free from time, joy and adversity.
A core unaffected by time, joy and adversity.
The memory I gave you was a yellow rose I saw at sunset a few years before you were born.
I will give you the memory of a yellow rose, which you saw one night many years before you were born.
Let me explain yourself to you.
Let me explain your life to you.
About your own theory.
About your own theory.
True and surprising news about yourself.
Your real and magical existence.
I can give you my loneliness.
I give you my loneliness.
My darkness.
My darkness.
My inner desire.
My inner desire.
I tried to bribe you with uncertainty, danger and failure.
I tried to impress you with confusion, danger and failure.
About the author:
Jorges luis borges is an Argentine poet, novelist, essayist and translator, and is regarded as an archaeologist among writers. Proficient in English, French, German and other languages, his works cover short articles, essays, poems, literary criticism, translated literature and other fields. Representative works include Garden with Bifurcated Paths, Circular Ruins and The Book of Sand.