At the door he sits after
rang several times nobody answers no one is there, traveling without a doubt, he thought
find them and it is now clear that the absence
of those he had loved, and the steps it spreads, like a lizard
motionless, waiting for someone or nothing
because his life is nothing, since the house is empty,
must pull into the road, the road will
the infinite horizon where the eye bury his heart
behind this barrier a throne for the lost kingdom, where
rests single men, where they imagine
drag a carriage on fire, black centaurs,
scarlet clouds guests to celebrate damned
houses died.
