COLD, DISTANT, CONSCIOUS
It progresses over the forgetting of all the bodies,
the forgetting of all the dusty flowers.
You'll think that I'm cold and cruel with my dry eyes.
Patient dust: you'll ask why I'm not crying to you.
No, father, do not think that it is for hate or joy.
I have been around the worth area,
flash winter in wich I've wanted to see you dead,
but after so much moments I've understood
that the frightening loneliness awaits for all of us.
It waits for you, for me, and it waits hide.
And I know that you can't understand that, even being distant,
even in the fog, I do not deny that you are my father.
Last leaf delayed, what were you born for?
I think that I haved love you, I feel that I survived.
Everything must die in this amoral world,
if you didn't passed away tonight: I don't care,
if you passed away tonight: I'm not gonna cry.
