ISSUE: Fall 2007
nothing was known
nothing was heard
only faces
nothing was known
nothing was heard
faces of young people
faces that did not know
fear
or the slowness of death
imposed by men
nothing was known
doors and schoolyards
were closed
silence reigned supreme over day and
night
today no one seeks them
there is no landscape where
they are found
they are scattered throughout Chile
all Chile is a landscape
composed of those
whom no one saw
whom no one confessed to knowing
what path they followed
I remember them
I try to know them
through what I imagine knowing about them
I have no memory of them
I create it
so no one
will say
I have not seen them around here
they disappeared
Translated by Roberta Gordenstein
nothing was heard
only faces
nothing was known
nothing was heard
faces of young people
faces that did not know
fear
or the slowness of death
imposed by men
nothing was known
doors and schoolyards
were closed
silence reigned supreme over day and
night
today no one seeks them
there is no landscape where
they are found
they are scattered throughout Chile
all Chile is a landscape
composed of those
whom no one saw
whom no one confessed to knowing
what path they followed
I remember them
I try to know them
through what I imagine knowing about them
I have no memory of them
I create it
so no one
will say
I have not seen them around here
they disappeared
Translated by Roberta Gordenstein