I will die in Paris, on a rainy day, br on some day I can already remember. br I will die in Paris--and I don't step aside-- br perhaps on a Thursday, as today is Thursday, in autumn. br br It will be a Thursday, because today, Thursday, setting down br these lines, I have put my upper arm bones on br wrong, and never so much as today have I found myself br with all the road ahead of me, alone. br br César Vallejo is dead.Everyone beat him br although he never does anything to them; br they beat him hard with a stick and hard also br br with a rope.These are the witnesses: br the Thursdays, and the bones of my arms, br the solitude, and the rain, and the roads. . .