Las Moscas

You, the family members
Inevitable, sweet
You common flies
You remind me of all things

Oh, you old greedy flies
Like bees in April
Stubborn old flies
About my childhood baldness

Flies of all hours
From childhood and adolescence
From my golden youth
Of this second innocence
Believing in nothing
In nothing

Flies of the first boredom
In the family room
The clear summer afternoons
When I started to dream

And in the hated school
Fast funny flies
Persecuted, persecuted
For the love of what flies

I know you have landed
About the enchanted toy
About the closed book
About the love letter
On the stiff eyelids
Of the dead

Inevitable sweet tooth
That you do not work like bees
You don't shine like butterflies
Little, unruly
You, old friends
You remind me of all things