Two Massacres

From the green walls of my room

Arises a pungent smoke.

It gets mixed up with the air

And that air whispers in my ear

A melancholic song of despair.

Then, I see a goddamn chimney 

From the dusty glasses of my window,

Standing with his head bare

Puffing his chest, feeling proud

Caressing the locks of air.

Lost in thoughts of ambiguity

These two smokes I compare

And find,

One Is massacring bits of my soul

One is massacring the particles of air.