An ode to the gods
who left feet first
On a red-hot afternoon
without any special signs,
on a red-hot afternoon
who were fall asleep,
covered with snowfall.
They were just looking
in the sky, just looking in the sky.
In which the date
of their death was indicated,
the tenderness of their death
and death in general.
They were moving away
from the redundancy
of perspective
As the equivalent
of infinity of the dead body.
And the universe
accepted softly them ,
becoming one with them
for a moment...