The age of time was nefarious and fearsome
Of profound and irremediable poverty
When dawn could not yet be distinguished from sunset
When the air of the first origin mixed with turbidity
br/>And unstable humidity from the fire and the fury of the winds
It hid the sky and the stars
How can the sight bear the killing of beings
Who are slaughtered and killed in pieces
The taste is not repugnant to drink the juices and the blood
The raw meat on the skewers
And there was like a sound of cows
It is not monstrous to desire feed
On a being that still emits sounds
The rites of sarcophagy and cannibalism survive