Guest Paying For Own Meal

The dead play checkers

Rain tender and serene
without torment or wind
Cala sweet and peaceful sleeping

On the Soul of the cemetery.

lost in the desert In the mist of dreams The dead
play checkers with drowsiness

Resigned
is lovable: They do not want to disturb

The shadows of the past.

lost in the desert In the mist of dreams The dead
play checkers with white hands and collect

The skein bitter
their illusions. When the dead
play checkers
My soul is transformed
In
Monotona melancholy and sweet.
It 's so sad life
the cemetery.