It rains and it rains,
it snows and snows
from here to infinity.
The sky is all a deep sea.
The entire universe overflows in dampness
and the night closes in on itself.
Inside the body rots,
the soul rots like the fallen leaves of autumn
in the womb of winter.
The flame of this candle is an island of fire
rodeada por todas partes de aguas oceánicas.
Life is an island surrounded by death.
But in the vast solitudes of this silence
ferment, sorry, dragon's fury,
the fiery torrent, the exultant energy
And when i wake up,
when it explodes and manifests,
death will be again
an island everywhere surrounded
Dokushô Villalba, 1987.