I will die standing in a moment of shadows.
I will laugh even though I am drunk with sad nostalgia.
I will inhabit the caves, I will ignore care,
I will banish those past mandates.
I will be in a naked sea hugging the ocean,
feeling the moon that sings to me.
I will disobey permissions,
the somnambulistic persignation
I will stay with the sound echoes, not with the cries of the patriarchs.
I will play a pillow war, to destroy the dreams that are cried.
It will be the only war I find.
I will eat with my hands even if they tell me it is a sin.
I will walk disheveled on the sidewalks with people,
I will say hello
Even if I don't know anyone
I will dance in the streets with the light of the streetlights.
I will disobey the verbs that hurt me,
I will kiss the abstract nouns that cheer me up.
I'll have a mint tea, with that old kettle,
I will inhabit my presence
without much prayer or apology.
I'll do that.
I will disobey.