Shame on the wind coming from mysteries,
Since it comes from somewhere we hate...

I've lived a thousand moment of hope
That tomorrow can no longer be stopped...

Hell with the curses I spoke
Hell with the sins I kissed...

A chap is packed with sensation,
The one desire in accurate imagination...

I know how hard it is to you.
However, the harsh is almost true...

Let the captive of a golden confine wing to the...
Lie down, listen to that last heart beat of the...

Lie it is not
I couldn't say it now...

Strong arms writing a phrase
Trembling like the old scary days...

I sit watching the moon
I sit my eyes not bleeding...

Days have organized their ways
With wretchedness and with pain...

Role the days of my entire life,
And I find no hole of joy and gay...

Amid the fire of my fear,
Amid the flavor of a wounded child...