In any case I was the only servant in this mourning

house and I had met the other house master under

the stairway though the waking up was totally different,

I had to take care of the old sick women who, when young,

swore to die young and the trees had listened to so many

love words that during the night they walked in a strange way

in the garden; they all said that that night I placed the mask

on the table, among the foreigners, as if to live once more;

they, motionless, looked at me going down since I had no

other way out except the carpet which I folded slowly

and in such a way that I covered the worst.

       And while they all demanded an answer I left them

in their delusion which was the only music.