In the midst of silence,
a hidden rumor
wrestled perennial
in the womb of nothing.
This rumor was chewing
a past existence,
when time existed
and this
ran unstoppable,
relentless,
and the cloak of space
exploited,
germinated beings,
perishable, fragile,
and also wonderful,
sometimes
fearless, ineffable,
who dreamed of being gods
without knowing that certain
dreams without limits
leave deserts.

This rumor underlies,
as a countdown,
of the same life bomb,
like a tireless blow,
this rumor eats away
...