He raised his head to the skies and saw millions of stars and a lonely swallow flying and then leaning in his garden.
He went closer and closer,
But when he tried to caress it, she vanished.
In a broken mirror the images of the silent skies flowed and the man who waited for the swallow
collected the fragments of it sky
and as if unaware of the fate that was happening to him, he put away his weapons to wait for the beautiful swallow in his garden.
He is alive and alive, the angels whispered to him, he is alive and alive, ...
But when he turned around he woke up in hell and stayed there for years and years condemned by the lie of the angels.
To the other damned souls he met he tried
to tell of the starry sky but he nothing said of the swallow he saw in his garden.
The souls flowed one by one in the mirror with the mirror fragments,
one by one with them fragments engraved the body of the man,
Each with a letter of the alphabet.
On a winter night, the man woke up in front of the door of his house, he dyed his body with snow and embraced the silence.
On his body were read the words - hell has no eternity-
He went to the window to admire the skies of Mexico
He prepared a blanket
And he broke in tears when he saw the beautiful swallow alighting in his garden.