Only the angels act out their comedy. Poetry

Only the angels act out their comedy

Time travels inside me,

I feel it rushing as it advances

and I'm like a leaf, without hope

carried by the wind and every lightning bolt,

from bad weather and from kicks ...,

of the god of money

Kidnapped by every privateer

With fallacious words ...

And no tower has extinguished his beacon!

Only the angels act out their comedy

Like ghosts, in the tower that is mirrored ...

Where every code is cheat

And the theater of truth is the only sun

Where new schools are built