Do not delay with your corpse,
it might be sad and necessary
the duel, but, I, who am not one to give advice:
do not delude yourself with your corpse
leave it to the teros of the park and to tourists
and visitors who pose for the selfie,
but you who danced on the road
when the country burned again:
do not eat and drink the bread of your corpse
that blood is not always wine or
Nor is gray always the color of the
late, I, who am little less than anyone:
don't sink with your corpse, don't party
his franchise before nothing because nothing is worth
certainly worth it: do not boast of
your corpse, do not evoke it in dreams,
memory is usually the lure with which the
day he goes out hunting birds and melancholy,
maybe the light awaits your cheek, today:
Get over your corpse, don't fall in love.