Fire in the emptyWhen you scratch with desireIn the empty,You get a smile and an eyelashAs a response.When you hear the callBut you don't wanna follow it,You choose an infiniteYou watch the repetitionAnd you prevent a nothing.You gently fall on the grass ,And the sky goes up over you...And then it begins.It's fire!
Indiferent museOh , you , indiferent muse ...The grapes have an emotion -Painted using soft spotsWhich were dried with pain.Injection in the raisins.Juice of that lost haha.Burned juiceIn a too suden movementPiece of IFor all of you....What am i doing?Hah ..Intimidated by a sliver of my own statue.
The question Smooch on the strings of the piano in me , the tries i never did. Smooch on me the empty , the everything. The crazyness of the cacophony of pains. It blocks me. I wish i could see myself reflected on your heart once again. Us . Apogee . Subtle . Dizzy.Suddently. The need of the deciphering morfine. But no. You are the question , not the answer.