Death and Life
Don’t say that you gnashed the teeth
That the rain impelled you to the night
That being able to keep you treasured
That from everything happening you extracted something.
They saw you running to battle
Your voice was heard trying to calm a scream
It is known that you complied with the law during the day
And that behind the door you hid what you wanted.
Don’t say that you have exposed yourself
That you didn’t consider what the others found
That you never respected the limits
You didn’t either of men, or their Gods or not even yours.
See that death is slow and sometimes mute
Not like the children who still trust
In one who bears the cane making them cry
And in one who cleans them with tenderness and freshness.
Don’t say that you have leaved
That you don’t belong to this world anymore
Only because you await a reward
That you were not able to get with your feet were sunk in the mud.
None of your laments remained unheard
Nobody ignored the wrinkles under your eyes
And each time that you supplied your intelligence with delicacy
It was registered until the before of that act.
See that life is slow and sometimes mute
Like the person who bears it
And not like those who believe in promises
Or in facts, which are those things that air reflects.
The difficult mystery of resistance
– Beyond the movables
Of any kind of conviction
Of any riddle at the beginning or the middle of the years –
It will make that silence beats
Finding a fissure in destiny
For which it would have to evade, if is possible
The best you have
That is the story of your doubts defeated by each step.