You will arrive in more serene years, many of our words will seem absurd, because many others will have erased time, as also the tigers may have become extinct.
When penetrating the robust and imposing ruins of our poems
with your cold logic, maybe you try to judge us. The ruins will remain silent.
But they will echo your voice. And although a thousand times you dictate the sentence, a thousand times your voice will return. So it will be if you do not judge with righteousness our arrogant and vast silence, if you were to forget the lost words, the cruelties that were.