Comrades of the Dream Life

Comrades of the Dream

I recognize you,

those with the moon

spread on their face,

whose faces have no beginning

but have a resounding

and enveloping end,

the ones with smiling sores

on their bodies,

who sweeten thorns

and pin hope to hearts,

who have painful tails

and tender eyes, and move

like a falling leaf or a

shooting star.

I regret your arrival

before or after the pain,

always at the wrong time

but when needed.

Volunteers of laughter,

multipliers of atmospheres,

inventors of the game

who win without winning

even when losing.

Brothers of the flesh,

companions of the fierce tooth

that leaves a mark,

connoisseurs of navels and buttocks

and of their own music,

I greet you!