(2011)
A José Luis ZÚÑIGA
It happened that he took the countdown to continue living,
was telling friends about the no return ticket,
no fuss or despair,
lot of love and touch the ground.
home happened that gave us his son
seventy-odd pages and many other deaths that
measured the time and wanted to those who love both.
smiled, even laughed, but lived, hiding his head under his wing.
happened that his goal-a
as short-term-life allowed
was a launch party and up-forever-friends,
without any victim, without faces long or transparent drops,
logic filing sadness in the trunk of the mysteries,
while his smile, hug with words, reported that
and saw the bullet in his head , And life
with his finger on the trigger,
because he-like all-life killed him,
and need to know into the arms of death.
It happened
also left us a song of faith and hope as the last message,
because he, not God ever found anywhere,
-perhaps because he had a creed anything akin to the gods, "
or doing without hesitation," lyrical and left the public who believed
in Man!
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