Happy
the tree, which is just sensitive, and more
hard stone because that no longer feels no pain because
bigger than the pain of being alive
or more sorrow than conscious life. Being and not knowing anything, and have no fixed course,
and fear of being and a future terror ...
and the certain terror of being dead tomorrow,
and suffer for life and the shadow
and therefore do not know and only suspect, and the meat
tempts with its fresh bunches and
tomb that awaits with its funeral bouquets
and not knowing where to go,
or where we come! Rubén Darío
