Heroes Of Silence
Miscellaneous
To Die Still
the smallest thing is a mystery
and the sacred so simple
the cry of the nopales
next to the hussar of death
when the coyote knocked on your door
he howled unwanted notes
the shadows snatched away
for the dream of the just
no you can lock the sun under a bell it cannot be postponed the appointed hour could be one of these days your last battle or that we larvae become adults
and do not enter through the key
the heart passing through a dark tunnel like a shipwreck
die yet and not
then search hopelessly
you cannot lock the sun under a bell
you cannot postpone it
the appointed hour
the labyrinth of sleep
where the demons of memory
cannot be locked up
the sun under a bell
cannot be postponed
the appointed hour
the labyrinth of sleep
where the demons of memory are lost
the labyrinth of sleep
where the demons of memory are lost

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