on this side of the wall we are invincible
the problem is when you want to try it.
people only die when foolishly (no doubt
out of pride) wishes to flower his immortality.
on the other side are the alchemy of love, save.
on the other side are the gods of the sepulcher, guard.
on the other side, save: there are the songs that
ghosts of loneliness in the rain sing drunk.
if we keep from the innuendo
if we bow our heads before the arrogance of chance
if we pretend to be insects or deny three times
the name of what turns us on in the blood
a bonfire, a recital of fire stalactics,
if we hide our hand behind the stone:
glorious we will live 100 years, a thousand years.
which is the same as being eternal.
guard, love (call it a Blind Monster if you will) is
listening to everything, listening to everything, behind the wall. guard.
on this side we will see a thousand twilights and grow old surrounded
of the affection of the neighbors.
on the other side are the animals that have lost their minds
and they play with the shadow of the heart that we did not give them.