Yolanda Castaño - THE VOICE OF THE TIMES

This morning's croissants
already taste somewhat stale.
The newspapers on the table
are like a ventriloquist hunger.

I wish vision were not
an irreversible act,
that our sense of history might extend
beyond breakfast.

Let us disembark from playbacks,
the choreography of interviews.
Instead of painful truths, truths with
open palms.

The headlines have a taste of elevator conversation;
the world, a giant program of predictive writing.

The news read with most conviction
is that upon which
I peel a potato.

Much information is losing control.

The truth will make you

Translation by Lawrence Schimel