I try to drown in the shade

I will dig up thirty coffins here, all of them mine alone, and I do not know if I am alive... tired are the dead, every time I stumble upon palm tree trunks. They tremble, and I start counting again from the beginning. I learned how to breathe... I used to find it difficult to stand on the corpse on the ground for fear of it escaping, then that thing called the body got used to its steps... I disowned my steps. I learned to escape from the wind, every time the clouds yawned I would hide among the passersby and the smug, and I try to drown in the shade.