The man who dreams

What will become of the man

who strives

without caution,

the one who goes out and walks

without reservations,

the one who takes it to the mouth

all the evil

that they wish upon him

to then leave in oblivion

her own essence

what is that

that doesn't weigh anything,

a nightingale of the field

that does not wait,

to the mountain he goes

and takes refuge

from men,

a little path

full of stones

that gives no respite,

so if you fall,

on the floor

you will spend the nite

you will be delivered from the wicked

without reproach.

CESAR LORQU