I am the one who knows how to be
May the observer who in front of the mute
Mirror glass follows the sharpest
Reflex or the brother's body.
I am, unspoken friends, what do you know
That the only revenge or forgiveness
It is forgetfulness. A god wanted to give then
This curious key to human hatred.
I am what, despite so illustrious ways
To make mistakes, did not decipher the maze
Singular and plural, arduous and distinct,
Of time, which is one and belongs to all.
I am what is nobody, what was not the sword
In war. A forgetfulness, an echo, nothing.