Morir es un arte
Sinfonía conclusa
De bemoles en picada
Y silencios prolongados
Morir es un arte
Giros gestuales
Movimiento definitivo
De cuerpos acompasados
Morir es arte
Rima y ritmo sujentando palabras
Que se sueñan versos
Desangrando tinta y papeles gastados
Es el arte de vivir
En cada trazo que asoma
Colores fuminados
En melodías que se posan
Sobre lomos de luna menguante
Arte de cuerpos en armonía
Danza íntima de uno con otro
De pluma susurrando poesía
O acaso dibujando personajes
De un cuento que termina o empieza
Arte conjugado
Creador y obra
Final del aliento
Dying is an art
An expensive one that shows through
On fine canvases
Strokes of breath
Dying is an art
Concluded symphony
Of plummeting flats
And prolonged silences
Dying is an art
Gestural twists
Definitive movement
Of bodies in rhythm
Dying is art
Rhyme and rhythm holding words
Dreaming verses
Bleeding ink and worn out papers
It is the art of living
In each stroke that appears
Smoky colors
In melodies that perch
On loins of waning moon
Art of bodies in harmony
Intimate dance of one with another
Of pen whispering poetry
Or perhaps drawing characters
Of a story that ends or begins
Conjugated art
Creator and work
End of breath
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