If an official and a poet
they will love the same woman
what new implication would have
the astute war they suffer
and finally, where would he rest
the victory of love
the official with functions
the poet changing his voice
the two making pieces
against the fearsome love
if I ask those present
which of the two are you
the disheveled the poet
and hairstyles to suicide
and only I bet everything to the woman
we made love in the window
and the neighbor across the street complained
that you did not know I did not say
which window was better moistened
I did not get to go to the sea but I went to the town
and where your voice was going
there was always silence a great silence
nobody occupy your chair, your song
you have to save those memories of everything that was mean
you have to save those memories
to save you
there is a love that gives the daily
that will understand you
and another that sings and eternalizes
what makes you transcend
each one gives what he has
some give a need
and others give the words
we will see that it lasts longer
there is omnipotent love
there is desperate love
that discourages the stones
which is more seed than seed
which is more plowed than the plow
there is love love love
there is love like a grave
there is the love of labyrinths
more complicated than a hat
there is love close to Christ
my love has not been so tremendous,
not so wide, not so beautiful
Not so sad,
not so wise,
Not so lonely,
not so crazy,
not so everything,
not so nothing,
but sings
Only among all we can make this a better place :)