Para hacerse baquiano hay que perderse alguna vez.
It is not as if eyes did not see
the shipwreck on the horizon
of our time, yours and mine.
But what does it signify to foresee?
It was no specific reef,
for the most perilous are hidden,
nor any iceberg in the night.
Was it night itself, yours and mine,
and a mutiny in steerage,
where all our ghosts had passage?
Ghosts of every age, yours and mine,
losers of living, returned to haunt the cruise.
We have our own eyes, yours and mine
in our own age and epoch, escaping
each reproach in smile.
While misdirecting others we are safe,
for where we sail is not on any map,
and on uncharted seas we have naught
but a portolan of us.
E. A. Costa 14 August San Juan del Sur, Nicaragua