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Someone said that memory is the first fiction. In this case, the photographs were taken in the old Eden Hotel, in La Falda, a small city in the h… Read More
Someone said that memory is the first fiction. In this case, the photographs were taken in the old Eden Hotel, in La Falda, a small city in the hills of Córdoba Province. The owners of the hotel until the late '40 were two brothers that worked hard for the growth of the city. They thought that progress, the human progress, was the flag of the National Socialist Party of the German Workers. Partly they built the city under the nazi concepts of the '30s. Then time passed. Two or three years ago, the city organized an art exhibition. Some instalator made this false tomb into the basement of the hotel. The exhibition ended. Today this false tomb is shown, in the travel guide, as a real tomb of a real man. So deep are the roots of the immigrants, the roots of the money, the roots of the lie. Read Less
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No quedará en la noche una estrella.                                                               There will not be one star at night.
No quedará la noche.                                                                                                There will not be the night.
Moriré y conmigo la suma                                                                                   I will die and with me the sum
del intolerable universo.                                                                                             of the intolerable universe.
Borraré las pirámides, las medallas,                                                           I will erase the pyramids, the medals,
los continentes y las caras.                                                                                   the continents and the faces.
Borraré la acumulación del pasado.                                                       I will erase the accumulation of the past.
Haré polvo la historia, polvo el polvo.                                                             I will dust the history, dust the dust.
Estoy mirando el último poniente.                                                                          I'm looking at the last sunset.
Oigo el último pájaro.                                                                                                           I hear the last bird.
Lego la nada a nadie.                                                                                                 I leave nothing to anyone.

El Suicida                                                                                                                                    The Suicidal
Jorge L. Borges                                                                                                                       Jorge L. Borges
La Rosa Profunda                                                                                                                     The Deep Rose
1975                                                                                                                                                       1975