THE LAST FLIGHT Dedicated to Ramon Sanpedro and to everyobody else, in the same situation as his

It had been getting dark for some time

and people were crawling on the streets

and I stood at the window

waiting

to see,

recently,

a man

who would like to give his life

to can only fly

for a second ...

But this man came not once ...

and late in the night

in the light bulb,

it began to snow ...

Slowly ...

Slowly ...

Growing more slowly...

and the song,

and the seconds,

twinned,

were leaking on my skin,

scratching me

once

and once again

until I reached

to a moment

when I felt like suffocating,

because them,

the seconds,

like some claws,

they had been dugging trenches in to me.

Later,

when I had a very few time left until beyond,

when I felt life flowing out of me

I saw

in those trenches dugged by the seconds twinned with the song

that the people which were earlier crawling

Now they took flight from my trenches.

They were like some winged dwarfs

like the hummingbirds,

and I enjoyed

that at least in those last seconds

I could enjoy their joy ...

and I wanted to wave my hand for them,

but they were already high in the air

hummingbirds like ... slowly ...

slower and slower again ...

and then I was sleeping for some time ...

I didn’t know ... yeah ...

I did not want to know anything about anything.

And no one prevented me ... ( I’m breathing heavily) in my desire.

Let's face it all:

I died happily, there is no doubt...