
I can not escape from the sea nor climbing by a wall of sound, the waves of the rock have replicated my fissures and they have copied me and stuck me in their vertiginous traps towards the recondite of the
towards the nerve of my stems, abandoned to the petrified fainting of the blue and the green ones in extinction
extinguished the fires, reefs to which earthy inks, turned off, were born
the look of the beast was not extinguished, only edited, concealed, punished in the corner, turned towards years of terrible, significant, ferocious dreams ... and the awakening was of a color
black hole color

and all because one day I'll know you're going
and you are leaving
and you left

why, why did not I let myself continue with my eyes closed
like a snail
it will be because although I enclose the ocean I am host of its hostile swing like a grain of salt in the eye of the whirlwind
I started crying on the right (for the right) and
it's worse than getting up with the left foot every time
it doesn't matter that confusing embers dictates that I walked on the waters
that I walk on the waters
that spark of confusion ends up drowning me

to end,
to the unfortunate:
I have not agreed with you any luxurious party
I do not want shrouds,
move away from me
sumptuous misfortune (shhhhhh)
if I am a demon with blistered and transparent skin

what the hell it matters if you see the evil and fear in me, do not force me to suffer dancing alone!
-I warn you (me to you, or you to me?)
"
I am a rebel
I
naked
myself
"
I will believe, from the mirror of the puddle, that I am dancing with my love about grief
I'm in another place, sunk in the hollow of my hands, up is down
and I do not,
I do not, I can not !, you understand it:
you see, I have
too much reasons for not wanting to write
