It's too late,
there are no more children in the park,
the night is already asleep.
Don't wait for a new dawn!

The swings don't move.
They are rusty.

The chains no longer support the weight of the ephemeral.

The homes already put the bolts.
The windows only let you look out,
and we are not inside.

I don't know where we are, but yes, we are alone.

Don't yell, they couldn't hear us, although they'd love to believe we are.

Let's go, we occupy a seat, our show is over, money does not buy everything, time is incorruptible, and our executioner appeased.

Let's go,
they acclaim us in the houses of worship.
They embrace the meats we abandon.
On this journey we will no longer be hungry.
Or maybe you just lack appetite.

Let's go,
before we stop talking.
Death took our lives, but not the letters, they escaped his scythe.

Write your last words, they will be your only legacy.

Let's go, we will be memories, intermittent beings, ghosts.
Recurring ghosts.

Let's go the past awaits us.