El Paciente

How difficult life is
When there is uncertainty
And how ugly death tastes
When it becomes a habit
Even my body received
Unexpected visits
One stayed with me
The others were just passing by
Some faces in awe
And others more disfigured
The doctor is on his way
Surely he won't be long
Hope was still alive
But my blood was leaving me
I asked about my condition
But no one answered
Looking at the ceiling
And no mobility
Anxiety and despair
Accumulate with fear

How did the events unfold?
The investigation asked
Sir, now I answer you
Just let it set
And how does one prepare
To leave this life
If I didn't buy a ticket
And I was already on my way out
I wish I were Catarino
To heal myself with saliva
Hope was staying
But time was slipping away
With calmness by the minute
And the IV by the second
Like a caged beast
About to lose its skin
The doctor is arriving
Prepare the patient well
Patience is what I don't have
I hope there are no inconveniences
Just in case I don't make it
I have one more thing to ask
Don't bury me, don't cremate me
In case I don't want to die anymore
And in cases like this
I always tend to regret
I'm out of paper now
It's time to say goodbye