• The same yesterday and before yesterday
    Dead dogs, dead rats, are equal,

    The last thing I can think of is that I am already dead,
    Well, even breath, I feel hungry and cry,
    But my flesh is full of desires, sins and putrefaction,

    A day is born and dies when night falls,
    What can I say?
    Time runs fast and you do not even realize it,
    how sad,

    But hey,
    we are humans!
    Packed only living flesh,

    Waiting for God or the great ironic surprise us,
    The flies usually lay their eggs in dead flesh,
    But even in the living flesh,

    I don’t care, I’m not God,
    I have a dead dog inside me,

    Like anyone else, but in different bodies,
    Different bodies?
    If we are of flesh!
    And yet we insult, we hurt, we spit and kill!

    But does that matter!
    I am already dead!