SEE YOU TOMORROW
POEM OF
MARIO BENEDETTI
I will close my eyes quietly
I'm going to grope in the dream.
In this instant hate does not work
for the death that is your poor owner
the will suspends its beat
and I feel far away, so small
that I invoke God, but I do not ask
nothing, just to share
this universe that we have achieved
by the bad and sometimes by the good ones.
Why the dream world is not the same
that this world of death with hands full?
My nightmare is always optimism:
I fall asleep weak, I dream that I am strong,
but the future awaits. It is an abyss.
Do not tell me when I wake up.
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