If at least
It were for you
For the river or the mill
It would be easier to understand that tomorrow
I’m going to kill someone.
Someone I don’t know
With a river or a mill
With a woman like you
Who cherishes them just as much
Tomorrow, I will kill him, for nothing.
If life were to offer me
One last feeling
It would be my wish
To die before him.
At least spare me
The terror
Of crossing his gaze.
Bury my tools in the yard
Untie my dog forever
And offer your beauty
To my brother, who wanted it also.
If ever I return
You’ll have the consolation
Of a little killer
Or a great dead man.
For nothing, for nothing, for nothing.