I am weak

I am weak.

Life is leaving my body.

My breath is tarnishing

In two waves of sighs.

My soul is bleeding

Disorientation.

I am weak

I am drunk

From the ascension

Of alcohol which smells

Like the death of my

Last hopes

To be one day

At the museum of

Happiness.



I'm doing my last

Sign of the cross

Of goodbye,

I'm doing the last round

Of the rosary

Of bitterness.

I'm going to the

Cemetery

To dance my pain

In the ears of

The dead,

So that when they are tired of me

They will narrate

The beauty of afterlife

Which smiles at me

Already.