each one with their death
because nothing tells me about you
the voice that inflects
or tells me about you the look you have
and its meaning
if we only know how to avoid the abysses
and deviate through falsely safe routes
as we travel like fast missiles in the sky
carrying deadly loads pretending to be eternal
without thinking about the cruelty of time
and how much we disfigure reality with dreams
that seem sugary but that are nothing more
than a poison
nuclear bomb
ready to annihilate us forever.