..., según mi experiencia la poesía te habla y te llega a primera vista o no te llegará nunca. Hay un destello de revelación y un destello reflejo de… - J. M. Coetzee

Return to me the substance I have lost, Mr. Foe. That is my entreaty.

But more often in the very act of caressing her I am overcome with sleep as if polelaxed, fall into oblivion sprawled upon her body, and wake an hour or two later dizzy, confused, thirsty. These dreamless spells are like death to me, or enchantment, black, outside time.

It reminds me too much of Mao’s China. Recantation, self-criticism, public apology.