Returning to the ragpicker
like a lone fly...

I break myself
today, angry with me...

After a?
good shower, moon was...

A repressed scream.
Someone breaks the head...

Nothing has ever happened
to me. I meet my road...

The ordinary life
and the passage of one thousand...

Trading the sweetness, a rainbow
on icefalls, you will come back on rocks...

On the battle turfs of a vernacular
hunger, the hikes were killing...

The dust blends with
the humid specks...

Nobody was bigger than
your destination, you...

I am the circumference
and I am the center...

Between the night and day
I will go...