I want to clarify that this will
is the current culmination of life
rather is a fragile legacy
valid only toward the end of a day as they say
lego for Thursday
concerns that put me on Tuesday
changed only slightly
dreams and sadness that is inevitable. Lego
a cloud of mosquitoes and a computer
and no batteries to my solitude with the hope that my legatees
not support it. Lego
on Thursday four
rain remorse and I wetted contemplate
and fern
ritual that intimidates me with the old elegance of the leaves. Lego
the blue of my hinges creak
and a slice of my light shade
not all because a man without a shadow
lose the respect of good people. Lego
neck as I wash
for hanging or guillotine Thursday
and a spirit that I do not know if modesty
unhealthy or stupidity or joy. Lego
the outskirts of an idea
a triptych of mirrors that hurts me
the sea beyond the reach
fanning the ivy walls.
And only now I think in my tree in my fogs
faceless
in my wine I have yet to pass on many stories
I have hidden in obscurity.
So just in case and doubts
and afflict not who I leave my heir
to another will say the Friday
.
Mario Benedetti
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