Columnas de Hiel

Now that cowardly dog is barking
shaken with fear.
He knows my name
and can't stop biting his pen
because the solid page
of my dignity burns in his hands.

Friends are worth it...
even though the world is already old
envy has children, mediocre creatures
who write very sadly and get paid very sadly
and write very sad...
ice columns.

I won't do you the favor of seeing again
how faithfully you lick your master's hand
I have a mission I must attend
to the heart, for the heart
a human matter.

So please...
you can keep barking.