Jorge Luis BORGES WAKING UP
Daylight leaks in, and sluggishly I surface from my own dreams into the common dream and things assume again their proper places and their accustomed shapes. Into this present the Past intrudes, in all its dizzying range- the centuries-old habits of migration in birds and men, the armies in their legions all fallen to the sword, and Rome and Carthage. The trappings of my day also come back: my voice, my face, my nervousness, my luck. If only Death, that other waking up, would grant me a time free of all memory of my own name and all that I have been! If only morning meant oblivion! _____________________ Aldo Matteucci 61, Ludlam Cr. LOWER HUTT 6009 NEW Zealand [EMAIL PROTECTED] (preferred) [EMAIL PROTECTED] [EMAIL PROTECTED]
