I never feared death
and today I'm not afraid of her either, that shameless woman took
early to my parents. how to fear
what awakens in one
the dark buffaloes of anger? Although there is a
weak point, paradoxes of existence, my
daughters. But they know
I have told them so many times that the day that
I'm going to fix death's teeth
do not foolishly water the corners,
do not play hide and seek with sadness
so
like a mantra
as a lesson upon which the whole depends
human knowledge
I ask them from time to time
where should they look for me the day
need to tell me something, and they not without a certain annoyance (daughters don't believe in
parental mortality) respond
in the stars (which always fascinated me)
in the sea (that takes away how much pain I have)
and in the books (which gave me a voice and vote in
the very forum of my life),
and then we smile
and we open the door to go to iugar.