just come,
and color my sleeps,
with dreams,
sun rays,
...
Just the day,
comes,
with an iron will,
the way to conquer the passions,
...
Rumble of sparkling,
awaking the peace hating,
monster minded,
licking the victory songs,
...
Keeping with precarious existence,
life moves with,
inertial steps,
to do a little,
...
My waiting eyes,
chilled in clouds,
wandering above the,
frozen peaks of the mountains.,
...
Blood is bitter nor sweet,
not even sour,
it seems a taste of death,
blended with ashes and dust,
...
I drift down,
when i listen utterances,
reverberating in my mind,
these are not melodies,
...
Watching the events,
from a distance,
having a thin slice of glimpse,
accolade may be,
...
To stray like unskilled,
and unfortunate,
with futile gestures,
and abortive aims,
...