Eighth Day

On the eighth day, God,
after so much work,
to release tensions,
after reviewing,
said, "Everything's fine,
it's time to rest,"
and went for a walk
for the sidereal space.

Who would have imagined
that God himself when he returned
I was going to find it all
in a hellish disorder?
and that it was going to become
in one more unemployed person
of the rate that annually
is growing non-stop.

Since then
there are those who have seen it
only on the streets to transit,
Waiting patient
by someone with whom at least
don't worry, I can talk.

Meanwhile, this world
spins and spins without being able to stop it
and down here a few
they handle us like chess chips.

I'm not the kind of idiot.
who lets himself be convinced,
But I'm telling the truth,
and even a blind man can see it.

If in the absence of occupation
or excessive loneliness
God couldn't take it anymore
and go somewhere else,
it would be our undoing,
there would be no other way
to worship Michael Jackson,
Bill Clinton or Tarzan.

It's harder to be king without a crown
than a more normal person,
poor God who doesn't appear in magazines,
she is not a model or an artist or a royal family.