The good saying that we carry in our mouths like a voluminous harp draws strings like hard arrows disappeared in the flesh

 “Barely” of tenderness leaves the steps for good free, to say that we carry in our mouths like a voluminous harp, it pulls strings like hard arrows that disappear in the flesh. A better life, a better death. It knows anguish as the last destiny present when the body flees from itself. as a concluded threat