Megaphone in which the wind passes singing.
It was my destiny to love and say goodbye.
White bee, even when you are gone you buzz in my soul You live again in time, slender and silent.
Two things make a story. The net and the air that falls through the net.
And I, a materialist who does not believe in the starry heaven promised to a human being, for this dog and for every dog I believe in heaven, yes, I believe in a heaven that I will never enter, but he waits for me wagging his big fan of a tail so I, soon to arrive, will feel welcomed.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.