The fever attracts the song of an androgynous bird
opening the way to the insatiable pleasure
that branches out and crosses the body of the earth.
Oh !
the fruitless navigation around the islands Where women offer the traveler
the cool balance of their breasts
And the terrifying sound in the hollow of their hips!
The tender, smooth skin of the day
is falling apart like the shell of an infamous fruit.
The fever attracts the song of the cesspools
where the water carries the garbage.

With the poem Nocturne published in The Elements of Disaster, Editions Grasset, I begin this day of homage to Alvaro Mutis, extraordinary storyteller, immense writer, formidable friend.