La voz de mi silencio

I fast from your being
do a diet of your kisses
I don't even eat partridges
because bird flu
has taken care of destroying
the good and bad of this tale.

I no longer count sheep
to fall asleep
now I count everything
that doesn't depend on any owner.

What a pity for those who fall asleep
they are carried away by the current
they remain stuck
in the dead and the inert
let's put an end
to any blessed day
that's how hope sounds
in a bitter farewell.