Men X by Pablo Neruda — Read

Yes, soon they'll see where they went wrong, before returning to the flock, to the hive of sad bees, these tourists convinced they'll soon be back, the ones who share the black street and live in houses full of antiques and garbage pails, stepbrothers in room thirty-three thousand four hundred twenty-seven, sixth floor, apartment A, B, or J, facing the warehouse of Astorquiza, Williams and Company, yes, my poor brother, we're one and the same, now that we realize we can never stay here, not even in jail; as of today we know that this grandeur is too big for us, that solitude crowds us like the suit of a little boy who has grown too fast, or the way darkness embraces the day.