I don’t know how I got here:
I was running along happy as you please
My hat in my right hand
Chasing a phosphorescent butterfly
Who drove me crazy with joy
And suddenly zap! I tripped
I don’t know what’s happened to the garden
The whole thing went to pieces
My nose and my mouth are bleeding.
Honestly I don’t know what’s going on
Either give me some help
Or a bullet in the head.
Nicanor Segundo Parra Sandoval