Morir

In very old pages
I read my future,
in the middle the brain
splits because of the sun.
The black is very white
in my blind destiny,
I vomit a thousand phrases
and not a single song.
I will cling to death
only if it's the best passage.
It's the blind date
that shouldn't be expected.
I want to die facing the sun.
I want to go out...
The rats that deceive
and escape are many.
And they are the ones who bless their miseries in the end.
They sway in paradises
in the last meters
and think that by begging
they will be decorated.
The guy who ignores
dies and lives happily,
he doesn't know that there are things
that can be changed.
He will be a good citizen for the dictator
(the one who kills and denies)
and then he will ask them to ''dictate'' again,
just for safety.