You walked with the rags of misery,
how god that leaves the sunken temple…

You despised us with your lost look…
wrapped in that obsolete and shaken air…

You saw that you did not advance,
that your nights were gray and lit…
that that beautiful shine was no longer in your look…

You chained yourself…
to pride and nonsense…

You tied yourself
to sadness and troubled oblivion…

Goodbye, dying trivial…