XVI
(For Spanish translation click here)

I have faith in being strong.

Depleted air, set me free, let me go,

decorate my left side with zeros,

and you, dream, surrender your unyielding diamond

your timeless demand.

Yes, I have faith in being strong.

Over there goes a hollow woman,

as in a colorless quantity, whose

grace closes within when I open my heart.

In the street an ancient friar walks, dull crabs

admire the green banner of the president

topping the other six banners

all the bunting of the return.

I have faith that I am,

and I have been less.

Behold! The first good one!