We present this work in honor of the 20th anniversary of the poet’s death.

 

I will pursue you for centuries upon centuries.

I will dig under every rock and stone
And scan every horizon for your shadow.

From wherever my voice speaks
It will fall upon your ears without mercy
And my footsteps will always fall
Inside the labyrinth that traces your own.

Millions of suns will rise and fill again.
The dead will rise and return to death
And there, wherever you are:
Dust, moon, nada; I will find you.

Translation by Jaime Manrique and David Cameron