As He Who Says Goodbye Many Times
Destiny tied and untied
I say as a sort of consolation
I ask you
in which direction can a man go
with the horizon at his back?
From the last step
your humiliations and reproaches
show me the face of your sanctity
I do not pretend to move you to pity
raise your eyes
it is the last homage to your harshness
Look at me leaving like a goblin
with my feet pointing backwards
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