Imagine all that one man leaves.
Imagine a road close to his right fist,
an outstretched left hand empty,
gray shoe without a sole …

The world has always cured hard
those who remained loving.
It’s like a poor story could not
to pay their rent on time.
Those were two of its occupants evacuated
of any possible love
and from now on,
from there back
it will rain all alone.
One will take the umbrella under which
do not catch
no pain.
The other will pay your
debts of a natural catastrophe.

Imagine all one big love …