Let me explain; I was born in the end of the world

under the last hook brings morning

in a country rocked by clouds

with the oblique sun bursts falling,

greeting, weighing him,

dreaming of other countries.

Here there seems no stone, no lamps

that hide the cry

of ghosts in the avenues.

No, no one on the prairie

that goes from south to north,

Trees on the bank,

cornered in the world.

I thought ... I felt,

I gave my life for the singing of herbs

that persist in the dedicated land

I slept ... reborn,

in shadows and fruits,

leaves in cornfields, walked

Crushed by the skin of their desire,

through hearts without light

reptile migrating

of things in the past

that the eyes are released.

I had to leave one day with ardent steps

of a locomotive, and fall for ages,

I had to breathe these black feelings,

I had to scratch these aluminum walls.

I called many from afar, suddenly,

to be the same that was born of himself,

growing of the top in the planets

when my loneliness walked this world.