Well, because they are hours of invoking spirits;
dead that live to enjoy
the penalties that did not burn,
the faults that did not heal.
Bottles of rum for everyone!
I give you,
let's get drunk
Serve us all vodka with coconut water.
Let's make a circle of candles;
of sexual rites;
glasses of water.
Swallow wilted butterflies.
Come and I pray a verse,
a prayer that revives your most carnal desires,
those that are born of allegories
and they die of loves.
Another drink?
Or a tobacco?
Put fruits on the dead,
who is hungry
Poetry.
Written by Manuel V. Martínez R.
If you got here, let me know that you have seen my verses. A hug!
