Satelital
Indio Solari
Satellite
They will try,
God allows it.
They will explode,
One after another.
There is no heart,
There is only a hollow there
Where it used to beat delighted.
They will break,
My shaved neck.
They will surround me,
Masked.
They will entertain the satellite.
I must clear
Some masked ones
For the TV
Of the decapitated.
Without forgiving,
You always have to place
Old death
In some corner of the home.
As is the light,
In which you dream,
That the sky sees
The decapitated.
Satellite is the best plan
When you feel bored.
