And when I woke up I thought it might be a bird dreaming of being a human,
I quickly looked for the window to contemplate the sun and the Hills
To see if the celestial wandering hue was mixed
Immediately came to my mind the windows that you look inward
Those that nobody decides to look for fear that they remain chasing themselves
There was one of those windows that I once saw
And I contemplate a mosaic of lost eyes
feets and heads knotted in desaturated beds
For the years, for the days elapsed and for the insipidus misery
In a forgotten armchair the unknown sons
Ignored by these undecided beings in hospital portals
An absolute darkness with the masks of ill-paid nurses
I went running without being able to understand without being able to explain
I saw clearly a writing in the window
"God is God because we die"
I think I became an unsuspected
Of those who are always afraid to sleep
And they need to do it to forget the hunger
There are people who make strange noises in the night
Noises brought from a strange agony afflicted by a angry night
Life in the bowels of dry and almost withered trees
Tonight I posed on the balcony to remember the characters
That mocking me said "Yu is crazy"
Of those who don´t see inward.
That table powdered with the watered rosaries
Hands that caressed my back and that now
They inhabit a bed remembering the Neverending Story
I miss you grandma and it hurts that you're so far away
Knotted from the hands to the head by that unrelenting nature
That frees the souls! I can't forget
Those words when you were in that river
Asking for your brother's coat
So that you can cover yourself and delight by stroking the water
The horse that you grab to help your brothers
Those that you want to visit in the graveyard.
There are windows to see inward
The window of a dark room ...
I assure you grandma
That this is a dream and you're a bird
Dreaming of being a human.