Death

The moment of truth has arrived Everywhere there is calm The air is counting its steps In a hurry to fly over the palm The innocent smile, the insipid tear Lose meanings inside the box of wood The blood freezes in the veins That has grown full since childhood The rising sun losses its glow Ruddy cleavages run dry and flat The sly feet are locked in chain Love would no more torment the heart The light mingles with dark There is no happiness no sorrow The time stretches to eternity The present is gone, there is no tomorrow