A Morte

Death, in itself, is a ready-made joke
Dying is ridiculous
You had plans to have dinner with your girlfriend
You're in the middle of dental treatment
You have plans for next week
You need to authenticate a document at the notary
Fill up the car with gas
And in the middle of the afternoon, you die

What do you mean?
And the emails you haven't opened yet?
The book you left half-read?
The phone call you promised to make
In the evening to a client?
I don't know where they got this idea

To die, for what?
You spent more than ten years of your life
Inside a school
Studying chemical formulas
That served no purpose
But you stayed there, took the tests
Moved forward

You practiced a lot of physical education
Almost ran out of breath, but didn't give up
Stayed up all night studying
For the entrance exam, even without being sure
Of what you wanted to do in life
Full of doubts about the chosen profession

But it was time to decide, so you decided
And once again you moved forward
Suddenly, all of this ends
In a collision on the freeway
In a clogged artery
In a shot fired by a delinquent
Who liked your sneakers

What's this? Dying is a joke
Forcing you to leave the best part of the party
Without saying goodbye to anyone
Without dancing with the most beautiful girl
Without having time to listen
Again to your favorite song

You left at home
Your shirts hanging on the hangers
Your damp towel on the clothesline
And also hanging, some bills

Others will be forced
To pack up your stuff
To rummage through your drawers
To erase the traces you left
Throughout a lifetime

You, who always said
I take care of my things
What a macabre prank
You leave without having breakfast and maybe won't have lunch
Walk down a street, and maybe
Won't even reach the next corner

Start talking and maybe won't finish
What you intend to say
Don't get medical check-ups
Smoke two packs a day, drink everything
Enjoy fatty ribs and slim women
And die on a Saturday morning

Is this to be taken seriously?
Being over a hundred, okay
Eternal sleep may be welcome
There's not much left to do anyway
The body doesn't keep up with the mind
And the mind is also failing
Not to mention there's almost nothing stored in the drawers

Okay, time to rest in peace
But before living everything?
Dying young is a transgression
It disrupts the natural order of things

Dying is an exaggeration
And, as we know, exaggeration
Is the raw material of jokes
Only this one isn't funny
So, live everything there is to live
Don't cling to the small
And useless things in life
Always forgive!