On major Sabines, first part.

"1. Let me repose,
loose the muscles of the heart
and put to sleep my soul
to be able to speak loud,
to be able to recall this days,
the longest of my time.

We barely convalesce in anguish
and we are weak, and frightened,
waking up three o four times in our scarce sleep
to see you at night and know that you´re breathing.
We need to wake up to be more awaken
in this nightmare full of people and noises.

You are the invulnerable trunk and we its branches,
that why this hack make us tremble.
We never standed upon your death
to think of your death,
nor we have never seen you as more than strenght and joyness.
We don´t know well, but suddenly it comes
an endless notice,
a sword escaped from God´s mouth
that falls and falls and falls slowly.
And here it is that we shake with fear,
that contained mourn choke us,
that our throat is squeezed by fear.
We start moving and we will never
stop moving, after midnight,
in the hallway of this silent sanatory
where a nurse is awaken as an angel.
Waiting for you to die was dying slowly,
being dropping from the death´s pipe,
die a little, to pieces.

There has not been a longer hour than the one you were sleepless,
nor a denser tunnel of horror and misery,
than the one your mournings filled,
your poor wounded body."
-Jaime Sabines.