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Any day, when I least expect it,
When I least want it, where I least think,
From the deep womb death will be born to me
And I will become nothing going nowhere,
Under an eternal shadow.

One may feel free who owes me,
Calm who hates me,
Disappointed the one who keeps a promise
That I couldn't fulfill at the last minute,
Or the pending account that will never be settled.

Any day, all things will cease for me,
I will not know joys, nor miseries,
Nor triumphs nor defeats,
Love with its anxieties will extinguish
When the pendulum stops,
Illusion will be petrified
In the pupils of lifeless eyes.

Perhaps those I loved and who loved me,
Despite my vanity and my offenses,
May make a space in memory,
And harbor a memory
That will fade with the years.

Maybe they will cry,
But tears also turn to dust,
How terrible to face the inevitable,
And how distressing to have always tried
To rise, and return to dust.

However, it happens sometimes
That the spirit prevails over silence,
Moral values reverberate over the concrete,
And from the most hidden mystery emerges the light of intellect,
All that is remarkable survives, emotion and talent,
Then envy grieves,
For death magnifies merit.

And if this perennial desire to perpetuate myself
Manages to prolong my existence
There will remain as proof that I endure,
My species, my ideas,
My desire to reach the unattainable,
The experiences that time owes
And the tenderness with which I was
Weaving tunes and fantasies.

Any day I will go serenely
To fulfill the appointment, that my fate arranges,
Death will appear on the balcony of time
And my night will open like a huge flower
That suddenly ignites.