Canto I like the rooster at dawn,
as an event, such as chance,
as something paranormal
Like a dog barks at the moon
and drunk wanders in a zig zag,
a brand encourages my melancholy
immaculate woman in
twilight at the top
have to wake me ...
Roses wilt and
carnation brings the song
Hellenic whistling wind
, aroma
woman.
And I sing in the name
the dark dance remains
a coffin is my guitar
grind your strings,
your waist is tenderness
I put the ground wire.
smiled ruled between large
cathedrals, in a present,
in the past and as a noisy beast
in the jungle sculpt cement
every time ... Canto
to politics transantiago,
at noon, the capital
verses and poems I
something momentous.
My heart is dressed in mourning
love for wake up, say,
for looking for a Christian
between these points is
universal Sufism, singing monophonic
my word singular
