Today, feeling bored and uninspired,
Today, apathetic, short on desire,
I will write my epitaph: "Here lies Alvaro..."
(The Greek anthology has more apropos.)
What's the reason for these several rhymes?
No reason. A friend I see from time to time
Wanted to know what I'm doing these days,
And I write these verses to have something to say.
I rarely rhyme, and rhymes rarely succeed,
But sometimes to rhyme is an imperative need.
My heart goes pop like a paper sack
Filled with air and given a good smack,
And the startled stranger turns in confusion,
And I end this poem without a conclusion.