Dry guillotine

Each tatoo is the furrow 

of a lost life harvest .

Born to descend into the tomb

of perpetuity .

Or simply a loony bin visit...

Your older showed you the way .

Your sister smelled like wet pavement.

Father who sometimes came home 

to give misery a thrashing ...

Oh liberty what chains are there 

to force you to love ! 

 Your compassionate homeland 

offers you a cruise to yellow fever 

and lagoon's exotic wildlife ! 

Your head will not bow the audience !

Say thank you lucky winner 

to the health and tourism minister ! 

Killer you have the right to be friend

with rapists and counterfeiters .

 It doesn't disturb the established disorder ! 

Promiscuity is the beginning of redemption.

 Union is sealed with burning green 

and glowing blue ...

 The wife will not come to the parlor .

Rust will spread .

Each wrinkle is the story of a tree

that will end up forgotten ,

engraved name on a wooden  cross ...

 At the deathbed ,finally, jail

will absolve you .

 One day ,you ran away .

But neither heaven or hell wanted you .

God doesn't like rebels and satan 

despised the defeated .

Perhaps are you that essence of humus

on the body of a Parisian female ?

 but all this, you might say ,

is just a story beyond the grave .

 I am afraid ghosts may suffer from insomnia...

The cloud that doesn't obediently follow

the herd will be marked with the sign of rain.

It's one of those lullabies you used to sing

me back when love still existed...

  where are you mom ?

wandering minds who come to visit me

with this strange sweetness ...

There is even beauty among lepers .

 You learned that being free 

means knowing how to cry ...