Vacío
Santa Sabina
Empty
Absence of everything
Being here or not here
It's not important
The emptiness is latent
It needs a hotel room
Of fifth category
Forget that it has a place
In this vital emptiness
No one will fill the sea void
That is in his heart
Maybe the Dead Sea
Will give him life again
Crawling on the floor like a reptile
And feeling the weight
Of this disgust of existing
Being alone or being with everyone
It's the same
He prefers to be in chaos
