If I have to die in this war
I want to know why .
There\'s a guy in front of me,
smiling like an old friend
you bump into a street corner.
This lucky guy knows
why he\'s going to die .
His thoughts freed from a sandcastle
that the tide will wash away .
If I don\'t come back from this war,
after struggling along a path
of brambles and ambers,
under a heavy flight
of ominous crows ,
I will stand before an elegant demon
in my well-pressed uniform .
It will ask me :
\" My friend what was your mission ? \'\'
And I would answer :
\'\' I had to watch the sandcastles !
it would respond :
Good job ! But sorry buddy
there\'s no space avalaible here
and I don\'t want to keep you
waiting for eternity !
But maybe ,you can visit
my colleagues in heaven ! \'\'
So I take a path perfumed
with the scent of rose gardens
where bees gather nectar.
And I facing a beautiful angel
with a cold gaze .
Ceasing to write in a stern register ,
They question me :
\'\' Good morning sir ,tell me, please
what was your mission ? \'\'
I reply :
\'\' Bel ange I had to watch over the sandcastles ! \'\'
-\'\' Sir ,we have to many sandcastles watchers
at the moment and the authorities
don\'t know what to do with !
The best thing for you is to come back
down to earth ,or go to the underworld ! \'\'
Neither god nor the devil
has an answer to good and evil .
They live in marble palaces .
I did not die in that war .
I came back to earth
with a moon in my head ,
And I was locked in a solid sandcastle .
Maybe this lucky guy
who smiled at destiny ,
sleeps next to a pretty princess
in a marble palace .
While the silence of walls
responds to my cries ...
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