Elogio de La Guerra

Thinking mouth to mouth
Like the life of a drowning man
From the frozen cement
Of cities
And towns.

If one looks ahead
To the love that drags us,
Feeling ourselves breathing
The war songs
Would be forgotten,
On the statues
On the destinies
On the long space
That remains on the road.

Time to die
Is that self-absorbed step
Where man is condemned
To die
And to laugh.

If a visitor
From another star spoke to us
With what language would he write
The shrapnel,
The bullets
And the world.
This is a planet
Folded and awake
That is going to commit suicide
To not be dead.

But what a utopia
Is it perhaps that man is that
Or does death stop
In the desire
To live.
What blow has stopped,
What head is not broken
And what bomb has failed
To fall every day.

Let the dream go,
Let the day go.
Let them return armored
With artillery.