From the frontispice

You see?

You’re 20 years behind me,

Or maybe 100

From the top of the column

Looking back at you

I already know

Look at my grey cape on my ears

Looking at you like a bat

Turning my face to the past

From my future column

See?

You’re not far

Going straight but turning back

Nowhere to go

Just circles on the same old ground

Same rocks

Same you

Stop running

Stop trying to go further

There is no destination but your butt

Catch it at the end of the circle horizon

If you can stretch your hand all around

A long green chewing gum

Catching your butt

What a destiny

Meanwhile

Let me look at you

Look at me

When I was young and stupid

Asking for a destination

Without believing

That I’m already there

Old as the rock

Under my feet

Alive as the dead are dead under

In the middle of the umbilical del mundo

Looking at me

Looking at you

What a good joke

You are.