That is the way I remember her,
her wrinkled face, her white hair
her body expanding over the big mattress,
like a huge deformed mass.
That is the way I remember her,
With unintelligible speech
Not comprehending anything
Living prostrating in bed
Just watching life pass by.
Where is that one named Death now?
Where is she, who forgets that wrinkled face?
Maybe taking young people, full of life
Cutting their last breath and happiness
in a cruel, sadden blow
Always doing everything it shouldn’t
Damned Death! Learn to be fair!
Take her to a heavenly place with no pain,
Leave here other people, who should enjoy their life yet,
Don’t scare them anymore.
Nowadays, I still remember her
Because she is still here, in moaning pain
Though she hurts everyone in the middle of her suffering;
She never feels any better
Get the torture out of her, please, Lady Death
Give us a little peace in our lives.
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