A site of longing and explosion

Bleeding with tiredness and diligence

All the circles and limits of the world

All the dots and borders

Like this, the bastard world

I consume the beauty that overwhelms me

It falls prey to the possible

In the knots of temptations

It throws him outside the place...

 

I was not except to dig graves

To leave the dead behind

Hidden beneath the roof of those they loved,

They become pale from staring

For the sake of those who did not die

 

It is a nightmare that would come to an end

Or there would be another beginning!