This makes no sense.
What is this sound...

The fires that bake the bread
in the oven of uneven rages and broken hearts...

Love is a line between two points.
Love is the force to erase that line...

Who is vandalizing this bench
in the garden of my thoughts, my heartfelt words...

No one stands for the truth anymore.
Coward’s necks are back to their turtle shells...

Tell me why flowers
do not last...

Only the protruded objects have substance
and the hollow ones...

I was looking for heroes
not knowing that there are no heroes...

Two worthy opponents
two opposite dancers...

"O father" where has your fever gone?
Where has your wisdom gone...

No one
absolutely no one cares...

Heraclitus:
~~ “No man ever steps in the same river twice...