Dedicated to my friend CARLOS MANRIQUE.
"no one will ever know how to plant smiles in the garden of the living like you"
Wooden box,
The flowers felled like your breath
Wax storm on your face.
How to tear you away from the horror of stillness,
How to return you to the toast of yesteryear,
To the smell of flesh, to the balcony of kisses.
Silent print, wooden box,
To be dead you have to know how to do it,
You don't know... you don't know how to be absent.
Shout your laughter, wooden box
May some good Angel give you back your life,
I want you awake.
To be dead you have to know how to do it,
You don't know, being in there.
Greet me friend, tell me let's toast!!!!
Breathe, do it, do it again
Wooden box, silent print
On dead petals,
My burning tears run through your universe,
Looks of rage visit the stillness.
Move your hands... laugh again
That you don't know how to be dead.
Run friend run, you are fire,
May the stillness not catch you, may the silence not step on you,
To be dead you have to know how to do it.
Wooden box, incense obituaries
Your name felled on steel tombstones.
Wreaths of flowers disguising the black.
The stillness of the roses spit inside me,
I would like to give birth to you again out of rage.
Nothing moves in the decorated coffin,
Here I leave you my tears in the last attempt,
Here I bring you my laughter to laugh again....
Here I bring you my breath...
Breathe friend, as you always have...
To be dead you have to know how to do it.
I understand,
There is no body or time....
Wooden box....
DO NOT BURY HIS BREATH!!!!
To you dear friend Carlos, who is dead today.