AGAINST DEATH
visions and I pluck pluck me
eyes every day that passes.
not want to see I can not! see men die each
day.
rather be stone, be dark,
to endure the disgust and smile soften inside
right hand and left with such to prosper in my business.
I have no other business to be here telling the truth
in the middle of the street and other winds:
the truth of being alive, living alone,
feet on the ground and the skeleton-free
in this world.
What we get with that jump up to the sun with our machines
at the speed of thought, damn: what are we
to fly beyond infinity
if we die with no hope of living
timeless dark?
God does not help. No one is useless.
but breathing, and how, and even sleep
thinking that I need about ten or twenty years to go
on his face, like everyone, to sleep in two meters of cement
down there.
I do not cry, I cry. Everything must be and must be,
but I can not see boxes and boxes
spend, spend, spend every minute
filled with something, filled with something, I can not see
blood still warm on the drawers .
Toco this rose, its petals kiss, I love
life, I never tire of loving women: I eat
to open the world to them. But everything is useless,
because I am a useless head
ready to cut, not to understand what it is expected
another world from this world.
I talk about God or I speak of history. I laugh
fetching the explanation so far
hunger that devours me, the hunger to live like the sun in the grace
air forever.
From his book "Let there be no corruption."
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