Historia Conocida

It's a known history, folks, we all remember it, -the wind of the people got lost in the town- but it's not over. Long ago there was a man among us, joyful, enlightened, who loved and lived, sang even in death, free as the birds. How nice it would be! He's born, he writes, he dies forsaken. His poems are studied, he's quoted, and that's that, boys. But his name continues, persists, like us, waiting for the day when this matter, and many others, are considered finished. How nice it would be! He's born, he writes, he dies forsaken.