A Few People I Know Visible in the ashes of the day I live, busily writing verses, like the rain that leaves in the vertigo of a swing the crowd of its cascade. Tell them not to insist that the truth is dead, and that they will never know who I am. I refuse to admire the same monuments and to sing the same songs that they sing. they invade me with sadness.    Castellano Français      No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior written permission of the publisher or, in case of photocopyng or other reprographic copying, a licence from Canadian Reprography Collective (Cancopy), 1 Yonge Street, Suite 1900 Toronto, ON M5E 1E5 Canadá. Ph 800-893-5777 / (416)868-1620 /Fax:(416) 868-1621. -- U.S. requests should be sent to Copyright Clearance Center, Inc. 222 Rosewood Drive Danvers, MA 01923 USA. Ph. 978-750-8400 / Fax 978-750-4470