Today they warned me that I wake up in the street dead
of hunger,
of cold,
same day
but with that peace in the face
with that smile of calm
It is definitely ridiculous to waste time in
filling the pantry that will feed the body
to find that tomorrow is empty again
enslaving you to replace it day by day,
a chain to your freedom
The better it is to promote consciousness,
a painting,
a song,
a dawn in the forest,
learn from a man,
a city,
a child.
If I could collect all those seconds that they
waste in their lives
If that useless time could be mine … well,
even if my days lasted three or four times
longer,
even if my life was assured in at least a couple of
centuries,
I do not think I would see everything I want to see,
nor learn what I can learn,
nor my love begin to wear.
I know we are travelers in this train
that we can not leave,
but this wagon has nothing to offer,
I can not be behind the dresser only seeing
what life offers,
I prefer to break the glass,
tear the flight,
take part of a new game,
go out to meet whatever it is
instead of asking for it to come.
I do not understand your world
makes me wait when I’m hungry
or eat when I do not have
just because someone said it’s time to do it,
makes me sign my love,
save for my burial.
No,
do not ask me to spend another day filling my
pantry to see it empty tomorrow,
do not ask me to waste another second,
do not ask me to dream my past …
And tired of watching the moon from the window he
took his backpack and left a day from home
to go find her.
Today they warned me that dawned in the street died
of hunger,
cold,
same day,
but with that peace in the face,
with that smile of calm
and in his notebook doodles:
I think now I finally have
the moon, in my soul.