Desperate sunset
The moon in the wilderness
I will give you a sad look at the lonely moon for a long time.
I gave you my dead grandparents.
Later, people used marble to pay homage to their ancestors.
My father's father.
Killed at the border of Buenos Aires
Two bullets penetrated his chest.
He died with a beard.
The body was wrapped in cowhide by soldiers.
My mother's grandfather
I was only twenty-four years old.
Leading 300 people to the front in Peru.
Now they are all ghosts on horseback.
I'll give you all the insights that can be contained in my book.
And all the masculinity and humor in my life
I give you the loyalty of someone you never trusted.
I'll give you my preserved core.
Don't make words and sentences, don't make deals with dreams.
A core unaffected by time, joy and adversity.
I will give you the memory of a yellow rose, which you saw one night many years before you were born.
Let me explain your life to you.
About your own theory
Your real and magical existence
I give you my loneliness.
My darkness
My inner desire
I tried to impress you with confusion, danger and failure.