Sergio Castillo, instead of choosing smoke,

came to an understanding with iron. Coming to an understanding meant loving it

 and flighting it, and making it bear fruit.

We must speak of his proud fruit.

We must speak of these iron branches and roots,

of these explosions of hardness transformed

onto black light, into subterranean floriculture,

into natural hierarchies.

Sergio Castillo recognizes the forms which have tumbles to the ground

without wholly disappearing, wich once worked and sustained.

He divined this dying machinery

and gave it resurrection with his hands.

Signs of depth!. Patrimonies of height!.

Or simply constructions in which Sergio Castillo

gives his all so that the most hard may come to bloom,

so that the air may pause

in these towers and then go dancing on its way.

Pablo Neruda. Isla Negra, 1966 

Tr. William Ferguson, 4/6/75