Nicanor Parra (translated by Justin Hart and Adam Bailey) OUR FATHER Our Father which art in heaven, full of all sorts of problems, frowning as if you were a common and ordinary man, don’t think of us anymore. We understand that you suffer because you can’t mend things. We know that the Devil won’t leave you in peace deconstructing what you create. He laughs at your deeds but we cry with you: don’t worry about his diabolical laughter. Our father that art where you are surrounded by unfaithful angels sincerely: don’t suffer any more for us you have to realize that the gods are not infallible and we forgive everything.   Copyright © 2005 by Justin Hart and Adam Bailey. All rights reserved.