Like waves
that retreat and climb...

Between my heart
and heart of the oceans...

They're dry and dead
these fake flowers...

We scratched these walls
carved the hardships...

Not necessary
from some solid attributes...

Injustice and betrayal
would never be erased...

The biggest nemesis of spring
is not winter that imbues her...

Dance that imbue the aptitude
of postures in all the shadows...

All the fire in the world
is nothing...

We’ve been devoured
therefor we are devouring machines...

Leave the wastes where they belong:
in the stores...

Like a dancer
to her partner...