Vanity

My heart deceived with lust from young days,
that time, when people falsely forget death,
mistake love with easy beauty, waste pleasures
wound the cosmos in perpetual seeking
futile passions that in old age simply end.

As free flowers man and woman arise
They stunned those yellowish fields uncultured,
the afternoon arrives and no more light
to light them endures, a pair of hyenas descend in
running confidently, laughing ferociously
don’t scare weak couple, your mission is to
bring color towards this abandoned
field, wild flowers shaping the voracious
sun on the mist of bloody land, both rush.