(Sebastino de Llamas Y Valdes, Seville, 1600-1677)
Why?
What purpose did I die for?
Why does my head now stare at the stars,
when yours can still see the ground,
was it you whom I am lost for,
what greatness shall become you,
or will you not like no better than the rest?
How?
What course took my life to be here now,
did the guides show me this way,
was it them who led me astray,
or is this really the end for for me?
Why?
Why did I have to die this way?