Viernes con su Fiorella

                     Quiet as the Grave
Quiet as the grave that holds me fast
When death has dumbed the drumbeat of my blood
Beneath the soundless soil, still at last,
I'll sink in silence toward the muffling mud
  But until then, I'll clatter through your halls
And shout hello to friends and wail goodbye,
Laugh aloud within your stately walls,
And shriek my anger to the sombre sky
  The dead are not notorious for their noise
So I will lie a long time quietly
So until then, I'll use my loudest voice
To make the whimpering world resound with me
  And when at last I'm muted by the all-absorbing ground
  My unaccustomed silence then will  deafen you with sound