Good News
I was tired, injured in a mysterious accident that was about
to happen or happened some time ago (dates usually deceive) I was
running, you see, to save the world, and I trampled on people next
to me; I wrote my name on walls, perhaps they may remember me.
Then I turned and erased it so that I wouldn’t have anything to rely on
or I threw my coins to the poor: charity is good, it exercises the arm.
And truly, when I recall that part of my life, I prefer to sleep, but how?
The devil comes and asks for the delayed rents; then I go to the hospital
but I know so much they ask me to leave, so I enter one of those houses
and for a small payment, I lay down on the bed and wait for the news
from Babylon.
Libros Libertad 