In my last day in Argentine last year, I bought a small book from Borges as I wanted some memory of my trip. I think it is poetry but I dont understand it. I have never been able to read poetry, even in my mother tongue.
The book contains “Fervor de Buenos Aires”, “Luna de enfrente” and “Cuaderno San Martin”.
Maybe once day i will be able to capture the beauty of this type of literature. As a teenager, I remember one teacher explaining us some poems from Pedro Salina’s “La voz a ti debia” And it was really nice, I still go the book, pending to read it…. nearly 30y in the waiting 🙂