Figari is the pure temptation of his memory.

These immemorial features of Creole life -the mate shared out of friendship, the mahogany tree that seems a constant bonfire of freshness, the ombú worthy of triple devotion for giving shade, being recognized from afar, and being the shepherd of the birds, the delicate wrought-iron screen door, the patio, place of serenity, rose of the days, the suprise gust of south wind which leaves a thistle flower in the doorway -are family relics now. They are creatures of memory, even if they still exist. And we know that memory's method is lyric. Figari's work is lyric.

* written by Jorge Luis Borges, 'Figari', published in Buenos Aires Editorial, 1930, translated by David Balderstom, excerpt from the book 'Figari', 1984, by Samuel Oliver from the collection "Artistas de Americas".