Love like never on that day,
The warmth and care is taken away.
The empty cadaver has nothing to say,
Moving in the carnival of silent prayers.
Nor the mother, nor the child,
The journey is for the paradise.
The stairs are far in miles,
Meeting at the door with empty hinds.
Silence around, the thief or the wise,
All are now on the same ride!!
Tired body, not the soul,
Seeking the vista as the mourn.
------ Quique