You are not with yourself today.
Conversation was stopped, from cloud to cloud...

Face to face, I was bewildered.
What was happening to the garden...

The roses you bring every morning
become an interval between hope and ending...

To go beyond global suffering,
find death in blue glacier...

You forgot the lines
and lineage. Getting all...

It should not have come early;
the death, had insulted the terrible suffering...

I watched helplessly, my body being taken away
limb by limb...

Going back foot
he looked inside himself and felt a breeze...

I threw myself in deep slumber
pledging not to play the game...

Let us take another road.
The boundary was not clear...

Reticent were moon, sky and birds.
A pall of gloom spread on the trees...

Trampling the borders, he started
losing his vibrations...