by Luis Ullán
Curtains fall over with nobility laces,
traces of a failed, narcissistic illusion,
weak constitution of a truth mended,
glued with old, little dusty traces.
We, the overwhelmed,
stay astonished in our places
with eyes wide open and gossips set to kill
while seats tremble all over the hill.
We don´t accept another rabbit intrusion
just a solution for the riddle,
an exit for the lying creature,
trapped under the cloth,
fighting for its life
as heartbeats turn off.