1.

In the clear afternoon, paths,
light mist in the wandering soul,
great rivers from the air —
in the very last sun shines
the metal — and under the
endless line of a highway,
there where this truck advances
about which you will never know,
road that divides the world
exactly into two halves.
Behind the empty continent,
behind the Plata already dark in      night,
euphoria knows no limits:
the immense lace of light
of the Southern metropolis.