The hands of time are
the drumsticks that beat on the...

The respite is shortening
like my hair in the barber shop...

I am in awe of the translation of your eyes,
from the forgotten languages of dreams...

These gaudy people,
they all are nothing but ears...

Life is hiding death
as much as death is the cause...

In the even scales
of fangs there are no mercy...

In war rather than
saving their lives, they unleash...

...

Sometimes I can hear
tempests' wails unfold in words...

Sky said to a tree:
How could I invite a protrusion like this...

Hey torero you are so brave
raging the bull...

When you learn the truth
you would wonder why you did...