¿POR QUÉ WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME?

Just in case there is no life after death,
live in a way that makes our annihilation
an injustice; let your life be
a protest against the avarice of God.

This gives us an unfulfilled longing,
and wrapped in the caress of its light
it shoots an obscure arrow of pain
into the deepest recesses of our heart.

Wearied by the deception, lay your head
on the rock that was the resting place
of Prometheus, and when you are finally

overcome by the cruel wheel of fate,
as a consolation for your death you can
cry: “My God, why have you forsaken me?”