I know my brother is alone and suffering.
And that there is no verse or flower or tobacco
that he can save him today
of sadness
I would like to tear off a piece of meat
from the sky and leave it on the hands
and tell him 'eat, brother, eat,
Because it belongs to no one else
because nobody has deserved like you
that God flavored delicacy to airplanes
to birds to storms, to black, to blue,
a luna, eat, brother, take it and eat'.
But I can't reach the sky
then i will embrace in this storm
to my brother,
I'll hug him until the screaming stops
as long as we can together
cut a little sky
and sit on the ground
like the first silent hominids
to savor the well-deserved taste of
universe.