The greek

"We saw a brown skin woman constructing the cliff.
Not more than a second, as if speared by the sun. Like
the injured eyelids of the god, the premeditated child
of our infinite beach. The greek, the greek,
the mediterranean whores repeated, the masterly
breeze: the one that´s selfdirected, like a phalanx
of marble statues, streaked with blood and will,
like a diabolic and smiling plan sustained by sky
and by your eyes. Renegade of cities and of the Republic,
when believing that everything's lost, upon your eyes I will rely.
when the tender defeat convinces us of how useless it is to
keep struggling, upon your eyes I will rely"
--Roberto Bolaño.