The Executed The metal throbbed and then fell dead. He ceded his volition to the exercise of crime and left marching like the rust, bleeding over the scaffold of the earth: his shadow remained buried like a knife in a small green hill. Meanwhile the wind with its garrison of cascades balanced the equine walking of butterflies; somebody picked up the bundle and this is almost the end, only something remained trembling, like a broken bridge.    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