tell everyone yes
even if we have to laugh until
the teeth change axis
even though we have an obligation to get serious
to cry like maybe
we deserve it
but not by the ignoble act of bravery
that starving hyena that today enjoys an undeserved
and exaggerated quatrera glory
because life is leaving, does it seem little to you?
this empire of bones
this tirade of shadows
that navel so yours and mine where you just have to bring a magnifying glass
to recognize ancient civilizations
who still eat raw meat
when I really die
when in your throat I also stop blowing
the joyful music of the South American air, light love,
resounding love, then there will be preludes and postfaces to
the theatricalization of the not
put ash on my hair
let me be the majority of fire in your light
let's say to everything yes
although we have to laugh until the corn eats the
temples, cities, fragile statues of time,
your mouth in the corridors of this world awaits.