Where do I put the found,
in the streets, books, nights,
the faces in which I have looked for you?
Where do I put the found,
on earth, in your name, in the bible,
on the day that I finally found you?
What do I say to death
so many times called by my side
What, after all, has my sister become?
What do I say to glory
empty of being alone
making me sad, making me the wolf?
What do I tell the dogs
that they were going with me on nights
Lost of being without friends?
What do I say to the moon
that I believed companion of nights
and nights without being true?
What do I do with you now?
the pigeons that go to sleep at
Parks no longer talk to me.
What do I do with you now?
Now that you are the moon, the dogs,
the nights, all the friends.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)