Between my heart
and heart of the oceans...

They're dry and dead
these fake flowers...

We scratched these walls
carved the hardships...

The only true dualism is unity,
the unity of equals...

Not necessary
from some solid attributes...

Injustice and betrayal
would never be erased...

The biggest nemesis of spring
is not winter that imbues her...

Dance that imbue the aptitude
of postures in all the shadows...

Tonight I shall wake up
from the nightmare of this life...

The distance of two impossibilities
are crushed...

There,
deep inside the coal mine was pitch black...

Red in heart
though blue in hue and view...