It's not a matter of life or death
the markets are not going to fall,
will not stop having lovers
nor, on the other hand, will he be lucky.
But if you can
read, standing on a lightning rod,
or jumping like a bird
a blue, funny, light poetry.
The drizzle will not cease its crass course
on roofs, ashtrays or counties,
the Earth will continue on its axis
the eternal twist that time weaves.
Anyway, do that errand for us.
Although everything remains unchanged.
Although indiscreet and volatile life
follow. You, on the other hand, read poetry.