There’s no sugar jar sweeter than your mouth
just as there are no words truer than this cliché.

Those seeking Union should make friends with Separation.
The way is unpassable without a guide.

They should keep their hands over their eyes like eyelids
until their purse of ambitions is emptied of its gems.

Feigned sobs will never coax the branch to fruiting.
Only wet tears cried through the eyelashes will do it.

You idiot, Goya! Stop bragging about your devotion.
Only those without heads keep their feet on this path