we can do everything to fool time,
anti-wrinkle creams, raging abs, ligth food,
even appeal to cosmetic surgeries,
with less decorum we can alter the numbers of
our national identity document.
but we can never erase the lustrums in time
that looking at the moon was an adventure close to the feat of sleeping
on the loose while outside the world died and died,
and within you the greed of bliss
He counted sheep as one who counts God's thumbs.
I come simply to share this primary joy,
this certainty, this epiphany of palpitations:
it is not the duels that mark our skin with lashes
but the fulfilled dreams, the misfit kisses,
the chubby faculty of smiling at death
while we sleep soundly
the night of the heroes.