To you silent fly
Of graceful and thin flight
I am going to say a thing to you
Before that you fall to the soil

I am a man
I believe, simply
That from morning till night I work

And that I guard in my pocket
Besides a hole
A humble sueldecillo
Currando always by the piece

I have the made body swab
Resting a day an hour
If you buzz, make it silence
That you do noise


You look like the mixer

You are not surprised so my friend

Who with a vile thud bursts the bladder,

The abdomen, the belly, The back And

up to an arm.


To the tiny corpse Of the side of my bed
I will not dress of mourning Though it is like that of brute
it will be out for the window

I sleep to the end with happiness Though I have my dreads
That tomorrow in the night
The cruel and cold revenge
Avenges in arms of your aunt, Tu niece or your sister.