AFTER getting lost

Here\'s a small rock
you pulled on the forehead
one more magical, as an effective sign -
your boy bur,
surrounded by a great silence -
sluggish as the future of next year cab bark -
you drag them,
and dip your steps,
and a tree and quickly novaidas
fly away
an incubus, who is now visiting
to thy breast will come long -
your boy pesteļo. . .

You find yourself -
surrounded by a great silence,
and left home just a few steps -
that\'s it, he bur,
when the faithful are sleeping
on your hands,
asleep on the road.