Don't shout to me, to my eyes
killed by chameleonic whispers,
don't talk to my red bones
who generate this old universe,
don't try to connect the mind
to the drums of your hearts,
don't call me to fix the wolfs
bitten by the time pens!

Go and tattoo your warnings
on the plains of other mortals,
on the heads of denied doors,
don't grow up the teeth
of this crazy song of fears,
don't mirror my paralysis!

Because the fever of your curiosity
doesn't help you to penetrate the wall
and to give my brick to all
like fish and light of bread.