The Statue Today the hard years are over; during the night, when silence touches the repose of the shacks, a solitary woman, scanning the horizon, sings to her missing son. She stayed buried in the shipwreck and she's not coming back; and the kisses of the people do not repair the steps of her staircase. I saw her a few nights ago burying her voice in the curly teeth of the wind, and, into the obscure crystal of her lap, pick up the fragile spirit of the echo.    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