martes, 14 de octubre de 2008

librar y babel

Like all men of the Library, I have traveled in my youth; I have wandered in search of a book, perhaps the catalogue of catalogues; now that my eyes can hardly decipher what I write, I am preparing to die just a few leagues from the hexagon in which I was born. Once I am dead, there will be no lack of pious hands to throw me over the railing; my grave will be the fathomless air; my body will sink endlessly and decay and dissolve in the wind generated by the fall, which is infinite. I say that the Library is unending.

J.L.Borges, The Library of Babel
translated by J.E.I.

1 comentario:

the librarian dijo...

each floor had books,
first they were black,
at the end, they were golden

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