The objective implies a battle
And the battle clouds the objective
The other side of the shore
And the river that drowns in crossing it
Don’t say no to one who intends
But to his intentions
As one who offers his life
For somebody who will die anyway.
After the hospital
The scarcity again
In the intent to save the man
It is the hatred of the physician to other men.
The kiss for which it is paid a price
With one or other coins
Like the drunkenness attained
With one or another beverage.
For the idea of a gift
Or of the task
To see if it can be delivered
Without establishing prices
That thing wanted to be received
And bend the neck of the plot
That establishes physics
That tells the whole law.
And not because is in excess
Not because is abundant
But on the contrary
Because scarcity mentions it
Because in the arduous it isn’t the difficult
Neither is in the poor action of casting pearls before swine
– considering that in the abyss
Can only awake a sad smile
The image of some who finds value in a little stone –
But in the weary expression
For which the trophy is passed over
Like one who concede a story
Having been part of it
And doesn’t belong to it any more.
More streets or fewer streets
The morality of societies
The mark of educations
They are for the same chalice of incomprehension.
And the altar so beautiful
And the song so nice
And the body of the other
And the grave that waits for many.
As if it were unknown
That a scream isn’t more than a sound
That a word isn’t more than a miracle
And it results in consolation that nothing can ever be the same.