Cowards
They boast of their bravery.

the ignorant
flaunts knowledge.

trying hard to seem
the being sinks into orphanhood.

The word, like the mirror,
inverts the terms of the real.

The heart that he gives
he is the only survivor.

The word is only valid
in the mouth of the one who sweats.

They annoy the unhappy.
The unfortunates.
If they loved a cardboard box
a flower a chord the filling of a cookie
a pet
If they had a passion!
If a dream overwhelmed their days!
they wouldn't bother
they wouldn't be spying on other people's patios
they would close their teeth
but they have nothing
that's why they bother
Because they have life made death
in their hours all kinds walk
idiotic ghosts
and bother
how annoying!
The unfortunates.
The presence of a devil is less harmful
because at least he has the passion of evil.
The unhappy is not bad
the height does not give
the size does not give
he does not do evil because he is a lot of work
but he wrinkles the landscape
oxidize the joy
he walks like an idiot always colluding
in mediocre corridors.
Ah, if they loved movies, sports, the galaxy
if a passion shook their branches.
They bother because they don't have the courage
to look into the eyes of Beauty
and smile.