We are the time. We are the famous by Jorge Luis Borges

We are the time. We are the famous metaphor from Heraclitus the Obscure. We are the water, not the hard diamond, the one that is lost, not the one that stands still...

That One by Jorge Luis Borges

Oh days devoted to the useless burden of putting out of mind the biography of a minor poet of the Southem Hemisphere, to whom the fates or perhaps the stars have given a body which will leave behind no child...

History Of The Night by Jorge Luis Borges

Throughout the course of the generations men constructed the night. At first she was blindness; thorns raking bare feet, fear of wolves...

Remorse For Any Death by Jorge Luis Borges

Free of memory and of hope, limitless, abstract, almost future, the dead man is not a dead man: he is death. Like the God of the mystics,...

Elegy by Jorge Luis Borges

Oh destiny of Borges to have sailed across the diverse seas of the world or across that single and solitary sea of diverse names, to have been a part of Edinburgh, of Zurich, of the two Cordobas, of Colombia and of Texas...