Questions without answers

You already forgot me,
today you passed close to me
like a ship without direction or sail …
like a wave that does not return to its beach…

Today, I do not know you,
because sometimes I was your rock,
and now this ashlar bothers you …
because that crazy and ruthless head…
and some other bad influence…

Plots behind the scenes,
that flood the scenes of grief…
Veiled prompters,
among the growing evil envy…
in this theater of lacking modesty…

But one day there will be
so many questions without answers …
And one day there will be
too many nightfalls and chancers…