Don't read my name yet (poetry) I'm the serene that waters the grass lit by the new moon, or full the drink that intoxicates the noctivago in stupid, ethyl daydreams no, don't read my name yet that may not be found in the footer nor in any other referential maybe name a street or I would say any cold headstone I am the warm breeze of summer mornings the acid rain that tempers the soil the oxygen-free water flowing in the river the excrement of the young, adult animal but, don't read my name yet because I am a few degrees on the port side and I no longer write it on paper neither do I sign with indescribable doodle I am the idea that is lost in aphorisms eclectic that say nothing and hence I am the sentence without accent and meaningless the poem without rhyme that insists on being free within this absurd end-of-night metric however, don't read my name yet because you wouldn't recognize me even if I was before you, with my dirty and bleached hat my ragged and inelegant way of the country my unpleasant morning breath, for everything this I must tell you that my name has not no importance at such a time.