In gratitude
(C) Protein, 1997
I want to say thank you, people you
For kicks, for the lies, hypocrisy.
I now know the value of words,
He learned to close in disbelief
Learned to be cautious in love.
Learned to live always with an eye:
Suddenly, I still have not understood
People are gray, to anger avid
As Christ trample, razopnut.
I want to say thank you, people you
For imputed to us, young sin
These crippled soul
Of which are squeezed poetry,
During the hasty trial, with the sentences
Taken out of fear, the whole crowd,
Your cries: "Let the thief!
Let the poet dies! To cross it! Down! "
I mean damn, people, you
For the family, with comfort, pockets.
Monument will be bitter to them
Unfinished songs and poems.
But when the fog of oblivion melts
Exhausted from the petty cares
With wounds in the soul of a poet flies,
Continuing an interrupted flight.
