To my aunt María, 24 September 2012
When death comes looking
wherever we are,
we can wait
with a clear mind,
without feeling that we let
nothing in the inkwell,
when you come to pick
we know that is true,
what this life
no have secret
today you
and tomorrow for me,
all,
the latter and the first,
all come to pick us up,
when its light reaches us
I would like to see
as he sees birth
again
another dawn ...
when death
comes looking
will remain our legacy,
that we did in life,
there will be no time to change.
Last night you left ...
I write for you today
and for one and all
that before
left us,...
Rest in peace, Aunt.
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