The Golden Breast

In my heart is not other than
the intention of talking about
the night of the distance. The
story of killing a golden breast
that became the sacrifice
of the whimsy of the one
who kept the pain of an event
at a distance. Being killed by
the tank and the grenade, that
young man became the symbol
of love and the braveness to
encourage the other companions
to follow his way. They deposited
inevitably in this languishing
epoch, the light of their venus
to the night of the death.