Remains In front of my mortal remains In front of my obscure rottenness As Baudelaire said it, I'm the echo of the echoes. I did not have very long bones, But fort and white they were My skilful teeth pulverized raw meat, Loudly definite ... Remains, Remains, Remains, Remains, Skin by feeding well in life Long blond curly hair, my abrupt skull even preserves Decomposed fingers with tendon vestiges The whole life playing guitar, my flexible and rapid fingers were, The whole life playing guitar, my flexible and rapid fingers were. Decomposed fingers with tendon vestiges The whole life playing guitar, my flexible and rapid fingers were, The whole life playing guitar, my flexible and rapid fingers were. Remains, is just an idea of what I was Remains, my degraded image, Remains.