Clown of the Dead

My hands around my neck are pathetic
between my fingers blue flames, devours me
to release the words,
and melt the snow of the paper
sarcastic...
I remove the weight from my shoulders
but it's internal ... inside me!

I turn around my tears
like a thirsty wolf
so do you understand?

Like the arms of the trees
I hang the emptiness
and the silence is melody

I would like to be glass
to realize ...
the meaning of refraction
and crystallize the pain without moaning
without blood
only pain
in short
in short

I would like to be an autumn leaf
to realize ...
the meaning of the falling
and coronation of the tears without screaming
without crying
only tears
and collapse
collapse

I would like to be a candle
To realize ...
the meaning of the combustion
and double the flames
between redness and bluetongue without smoke
without ashes
fire only
and extinct
extinct

I would like to be water
to realize ...
The meaning of the rain
and the reality of vanishing
without forms
without colors
rain only
and downhill
downhill

I would like to believe
that the truth is told
In all stories
But ...
can the past believe a future that has been gone?

so stare in my closed eyes
and foresee ...
with the hanging rope through them
do you see?

this suicide is false
for who has already died
so laugh
laugh
stand beside me
and forget what happened