onions

layer
after layer,
peel off
the onion,
until stay with
nothing more.
sum up
so,
in their emptiness,
the onions.

only bark
on bark,
layers
over layers.
just appearance...
only bitterness...
just acidity...

some
people
by whom
I passed
over
in this life
deserve,
Certainly,
the epithet.
they are onions!

we try to
find them
the core
but there is not.
we continue in
trying to
discover them
a heart
but there is not.

only exist
the layers,
various,
and their
unbearable
quirks
of greatness.


PAR