The pain of the night,
flows in the blood...

Everybody was in hurry to unpack
the sins and reshuffle the names...

Skylit my bright atrium,
pumps the future...

In the culture of self, and wilting idol
who was going to interpret the truth...

What do I do with the words?
They hurt, they flourish without thoughts...

A lifetime with a classic pain,
does not give me peace or freedom...

A stand-off between grass and moon
marginalized the perfume of night...

Confessional truth
is not my aggressive ego...

Go forth alone, as a beast,
as a bird, as a fish...

The wheels find,
the track on my body...

Whole world hides
in your liquid eyes...

This night of the long vigil
has betrayed my soul...