The Persian blinds let in, scarcely, two beams of moonlight.
Like in an old Spanish film,
There's no one in the room,
The ashtrays are clean, the bed still made,
the wardrobe closed and full of coats, jackets, pants.
But there's no one.
Only two beams of moonlight.
Like in an old Spanish film.
compass.
Roberto Bolaño
Translation from Laura Healy