DEATH

I will sell my freedom amidst the bewilderment of the eternal, omnipotent merchant...

"Or perhaps, I’ll wander through the sterile space,
finding amusement in the pleasure of emptiness."

The dragonflies of the dawn will proclaim, restless: "There are no more sunrises."

I am dead;

and I perceive my watch stopped,

my only memories, the flood, and your voice

Totally empty of malice

and stripped of resentment;

today ... I am a flower"

JAVIER MIRO