Caronti watches over the Muni clad in his toga
and Garibaldi
waves his hat in front of the Theater.
Missing his homeland, the Italians
they named places
as "New Rome" or "Roman Village"
and placed Atlanteans,
Telamons in buildings.

In the empire those figures
they had features that served
to remind the dominated
his luck: on Moreno street
the National Bank has an Indian.
The saltpeter seen by sailors
is no longer on the shores:
what there is is mercury, lead.
The flies of reason
they cover us with foam. The dust
it takes our words away,
Our dreams. Ad
from "Capital of the South" or "Basketball Capital"
it barely tickles. The bones
of Estomba are agitated at the entrance of the Cathedral,
they claim to be Demosthenes. We are captives
of a phantom glory. This is
the "land of the devil."