Afasía [English translation]

I have no words to express

what's going on in this world.

I know something is happening

but I can't describe it.

I have no concepts that allow me to transmit

or understand what's going on in this world.

If it's the same as before,

without fear of being wrong

one could label it with the right invective

to stand out its most fundamental essence.

But now there's no useful saying

and it won't be found in the smartest books

of the smartest people, the heirs of postmodernists,

nothing but a ferocious bar code

and a glossary of words that can't lie.

I have no words, and today neither youth

who live believing they express themselves.

When they're only buying

a happy meal of expression.

Or one for bad boys made up

half century ago at the Rolling Stones kitchen.

I have no words to describe the feeling,

the expression of what's going on.

But I want this silent scream

to become some kind of certification

that something is happening as long as nobody says what it is.