Consternados, rabiosos [English translation]

Upset, furious

Thus we are

Upset

Furious

Although this death would be

One of the foreseeable absurdities

It makes one ashamed to look at

The beds

The armchairs

The carpets

To take a bottle out of the refrigerator

To type the three world-famous letters of your name

On the typewriter

That never

Never had

A ribbon so pale

It makes one ashamed to be cold

And to approach the stove like always

To be hungry and eat

This thing so simple

To open the record player and listen in silence

To everything if it is a Mozart quartet

Comfort makes one ashamed

And asthma makes one ashamed

When you, commander, are fallen

Machine gunned

Fantastic

Spotless

You are our riddled conscience

They say that they burned you

With such fire

They are going to burn the good

The good news

The irascible endearment

That you brought and carried

With your coughing

With your mud

They say that they incinerated

Your entire vocation

Minus a finger

Enough to show us the road

To show us the monster and his half-burned faggots

To squeeze the triggers again

Thus we are

Upset

Furious

Clearly with time the leaden

Consternation

Is going to be passing away from us

The anger will remain

It will become cleaner

You are dead

You are alive

You are fallen

You are a cloud

You are rain

You are a star

Wherever you may be

If the fact is that you are here

If you are arriving

Take advantage at last

Of breathing peacefully

Fill your lungs from heaven

Wherever you may be

If the fact is that you are here

If you are arriving

It will be a pity that God does not exist

But one will have others

Clearly one will have others

We deign to receive you

Commander

• Artist:Mario Benedetti