Miré hacia atrás sin volver la cabeza, como el que no quiere ver que tipo de muerte te persigue, como el que huye de una sombra que tiene forma pero no rostro y, sin embargo, la muerte se encontraba frente a mí, cara a cara, y sus miles de ojos me aterraron. Comprendí que ya estaba muerto antes de bajar de aquél cayuco
I looked back without turning my head, like someone who doesn’t want to see what kind of death is chasing you, like someone fleeing from a shadow that has a shape but no face, and yet death was in front of me. Face to face. And his thousands of eyes terrified me. I understood that he was already dead before getting off that canoe.
