¡Que sin poder saber cómo ni adónde
                                        la salud y la edad se hayan huido!
                                        Falta la vida, asiste lo vivido,
                                        y no hay calamidad que no me ronde.

                                        Ayer se fue, mañana no ha llegado;
                                        hoy se está yendo sin parar un punto;
                                        soy un fue, y un será, y un es causado.

                                        En el hoy y mañana y ayer, junto
                                        pañales y mortaja, y he quedado
                                        presentes sucesiones de difunto.
 
                                                                    (© Maikel Night, 1998)

                                        "Calling Life!" And no one answers me?
                                         Come back, the yesteryears that I have lived!
                                         Fortune all my time has chewed away;
                                         the Hours my madness skillfully obscures.

                                         Incapable of knowing how or where,
                                         my health and all my years have swiftly fled!
                                         Life is gone, my having lived is here,
                                         and there's no misery I don't endure.

                                         Yesterday left; tomorrow's not arrived;
                                         today's departing and it will not stop;
                                         I am a was, a will be, an is tired.

                                         In now, tomorrow, yesterday, I link
                                         diapers and shroud, and I have thus become
                                         visible stages of a man who's died.

                                                              (©Alix Ingber, 1995)