(I wrote this ages ago, before a death misunderstood, as they tend to be almost all deaths ... now again present that feeling in less than 15 days was a co-worker and mother of a friend ...)
... Simple
body of vital organs,
delicate and soft. That we are.
Without being able to save precious lives.
No. Death is behind the next corner.
is there, implacable, unholy,
not neglect you,
why it is best to live each day.
not think about tomorrow because you can not be around to see.
will not be here someday,
while you make the most. After
not know where to go. I guess
pervivirán ideas somewhere, in another mind.
are only ideas, memories, images ...
and enter dead,
in a cool, dark passage,
end, without beginning, without end.
Perhaps you meet someone in the hallway ...
Maybe your ideas count for something ...
meantime, enjoy.
... Simple
body of vital organs,
delicate and soft. That we are.
Without being able to save precious lives.
No. Death is behind the next corner.
is there, implacable, unholy,
not neglect you,
why it is best to live each day.
not think about tomorrow because you can not be around to see.
will not be here someday,
while you make the most. After
not know where to go. I guess
pervivirán ideas somewhere, in another mind.
are only ideas, memories, images ...
and enter dead,
in a cool, dark passage,
end, without beginning, without end.
Perhaps you meet someone in the hallway ...
Maybe your ideas count for something ...
meantime, enjoy.
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