Cemetery - past in future tense,
a figure of the autumn of another soul,
only prey and a hunter who hides,
free verse without memory of wounds,
the hook in the bare steps,
darkens, I no longer sense the edges,
that other, so a slave that he is One.
Go aimlessly and totally gone,
the reel in the hands of misfortune,
find you and the middle point,
dream ground in nightmares of yore,
only that caricature of realities,
a portrait on the bathroom glass,
laugh, wallow in fear, bury it.
I just hope the skin absorbs the salt -
as a review of this man without a shadow,
Loneliness! a stone crumbles,
Nowhere to get intense
old tree defying antagonism,
life shrinks, my watch has stopped,
medicine is worse than disease.
The bad about me - nowhere like you,
Dysfunctional! - of all things
and in the way you reinvent them,
illiteracy so as not to surprise me,
and again this being of nostalgia,
and that my heart did not ask for anyone,
that it does not interfere, that it maintains its peace