It was so beautiful
the bouquet of emotion...

Our rages are for our burning.
So...

Now
is a magnificent creature of infinity...

Pots
brewing on the burners of these corroded...

Somewhere in distance
boundaries of space...

His swords never seek
death or vengeance, they only...

The dawns of towns are
empowered by the shadows...

The shrine of loneliness
the involuntary prison of choice...

Be a hug for me
that my cries could calm in its cradle...

She said that I was too sad, too damaged,
though I disagreed, ratiocinating...

To go on going somewhere,
and that’s...

There is no bridge
of us any more...