The witch in black has cast a spell
To bring to Earth the worst of Hell...
Kuebiko felt very old now
and spent his days...
I put myself in a little box
one that shuts...
Do not ask me to live.
You alone...
I remove my washable
face-mask and guiltily gulp...
i’m sorry i’m a cracked wall
i know...
This is not a dystopia
or some cataclysmic dream...
I know I let you down by breaking all your rules,
but will never be sorry for letting your secret...
Waves crest ahead, low and sullen,
but past the breakers the turbulent sea...
your tongue is the lands where
i harvest sugarcanes and dates...
This is a love story about a crystal and a quartz
He was very fond of her and decided they should...
Let’s walk together, hand in hand,
Along the beach, feeling the sand...