The criterion is subjective ,
and the mood is subjunctive...

It scares me sh**less
what I feel when I feel nothing...

What is this thing in life
that keeps me dazzled and dazed...

I'd like to tell you 2.000 people died in Nigeria...
yes, human beings make me afraid with their toys...

They hid refined cruelties beneath the green...
She watched everything paralyzed on the faded red...

If you could get out of your own light
for three minutes...

I have nothing
but the sea...

Something unexpected happened to her:
she was growing old...

I bear you upon back,
bringing me mud...

She doesn't love him,
he doesn't love her...

Am i wrong when i seek your darkness,
writing my delirium across your frightened...

at last
i can feel again...