Unstable like stream;
he wanders in trance...

This Widow
In her tousled hair...

Drifting back to the past of no you,
I dwelled in a hell, in my guardian angel's...

Being dumped in an open pit.
Sets my whole body in contradiction...

Events I know are for history's gain;
must we lost for its fame...

My keen starring at the past;
is quaking my dreams of the future...