De Hacerse, Se Va A Hacer

To be done, it will be done
The crown of thorns
To fall, it will fall
The planet is a ceremony

Silence in the benches
the shapes work
pupils open
A sky that finishes

To be seen, they will see
storm in the eyelashes
sinister turns
at dusk

Cheap greetings
report on the ground floor
difficult to prepare
a diet in the soul

To be done, it will be done
a peak in the shadows
To climb, it will climb
down the scale in the stanza