rest Don Horacio
go slowly wherever you start
if we go somewhere,
but yes
go thinking
that maybe one of those
your ideas
some little piece of them slips out of his hands
and fall on this side
where are we all a little lost
a little asleep
a little sleepwalking
go slowly then
Don Horacio
but go thinking
saying with that his voice of a slow pampean dawn
thanks for thanks
by the alphabets
and that humble flame of longings that makes us all
whether we deserve it or not
a little bit more good,
more human,
goodbye and see you soon and see you later
it's made of snow and it's made of fire
this fraternal affection that was had,
I remember wrong but I remember
those Baudelaire verses about lighthouse men
Or was it Rimbaud? whatever
Don Horacio thank you
by the light of thought,
the simple reason for love
the humility of the sensible.