Death

"I don't know since how many months and days

My death has been growing

In the womb of time.

I don't know when it will come

To demolish the states

Of my breath in and breath out

And to break the skyscraper

Of my desire, lustfulness,

And sadness.

I don't know since how many months and days

My death has been growing

In the womb of time.

I don't know when it will come

To witness the burning of my body,

To see the freedom of the ashes,

Not allowing me the opportunity

To rise from the ashes like a phoenix."