Requiem (13-09-2007)

Save me!
You say, lying on that cold bed.
At first, you beg me.
Afterwards, as the knife reaches your chest,
You order me: save me!
They cut you. The incision is small,
but the wound on you pride is much bigger.
Like that, exposed to the world, you’re weak
and asking for salvation.
I don’t resist, I squeeze your hand and kiss your sweated forehead.

Everything was over soon. And I hear your whisper:
Thank you, Orlando, for saving me.