Fright is our only
certainty
pierces
whoever acts
in advance
gives up moving
in order
not to accept forsaking
by its side
freedom hides no tremors
when the sentinel leans
his tedium
against the battlements
The places we leave
cease
and configure again
we know nothing about
the bottom of the well
until we throw the bucket down
so knows the well
about us
reality is equal to itself
on that precise instant
when
having no memories
we would fall down to pieces