The crisis,
a distinctive nothing...

Must we go beyond
the black holes of burned books...

Let me put back
the rhythm to the song...

While going my way, searching an eternal flame
I confront an extraordinary trauma...

The decline is steep and fast
Life groans...

An uneasy blood cascades
in the slender arteries...

Pathways have no boundaries,
thinker was without a thought...

Removing the husk
I want you to find the grain...

A view from the cause,
alters the landscape in you...

Your truth always happened at wrong time
You were guilty of telling lies to death...

A lifetime with a classic pain,
does not give me peace or freedom...

Picking a lock you break
a bloodline. A stargazer...