"I recall what I did and what I could have done in life. I remember, and an anguish spreads through me like a chill in my body, or a fear. The irreparable part of my past, that is the corpse. All other corpses may be illusion. All the dead may be alive elsewhere. And all my past moments may exist somewhere, in the illusion of space and time, in the falsity of the passage of time. If at a certain point I had turned left instead of right; if at a certain moment I had said yes instead of no, or no instead of yes; if in a certain conversation I had uttered the phrases that only now, half-asleep, I formulate… If all that had been so, I would be different today, and perhaps the entire universe would be imperceptibly led to be different as well. But I did not turn to the irreparably lost side, nor did I think of turning, and only now do I realize. But I did not say no, or I did not say yes, and only now do I see what I did not say. Conclusively closed, the whole matter resolved… But only now what never was, what never was, "Nor will it be backwards, it hurts me." THE IRREPARABLE Álvaro de Campos