"The ode" (poem)

Decay
It lies in the lost name
inside a fantasy inside another
inside a labyrinth of buildings
in a bastion of riches
where the roses all have names
and they exist.
While the solitary fungus
lie far away, forgotten,
without anyone even thinking about it.

Nature
and its infinite realms
safeguard all life
as a godly mother,
and at the same time as a loving girl
of bliss.

Life is a song in itself
Where the voices intone with
moans and pain; laughter and crying
the concerts of sin and virtue,
his baton is the ticking of the clock.

The clock
advances always threatening
on the path left by the genius
and for the decay.
Nature lover
Macabre baton
Scythe that cuts the wings of the butterflies.

-Tic
Some people love, have riches, murder;
others have nothing
toc-

-Tic
wines and blood salts spilled on the ground
Dreams blowing and climaxing at the same point
forever.
toc-

-Tic
We are all clowns without an crow
that applauds us
Everything turns out to be a kaleidoscope
toc-

You fall
scattered on the floor
with roses on your body
but you become fungus as well.
But the decay
It is always fought because it is the enemy of life.
cuts its wings of lies
plant trees in the place where the void was left.
Nature smiles.
And life awaits us along with time
everyone at the end of the road.
Tic-toc.