We have already had enough emotionality
there is no room that has not been
touched
Also, who doubts, we have ordered the same room
With sufficient rationality
with spatial logic, and with common sense,
Nobody in his right mind occurred to him to place the sailer in
half of the bed,
Urge then the circumstance of booting the shadows less
remote from the daily an infallible replacement
To emotivism and thinking bone, but which one? If hit,
like a slam or a burned light, we see in our hands
I prolong that the order of life left there as if
Outside the stiff corpse of a bird.
the children, the parents, everything will leave one day, the desire will go one day
and then, empirically we will take the hump of things and
we will throw away from it, unfortunate, smiling, loved once
more of ourselves, we will say how about, how it has gone
in this infamous roulette, tasty, wonderful ruthless that is
existence, we will open - as any response - the mouth of
pair
And we will separate in syllable the ambiguous name of love.