Becoming too sagacious
I master a confused language
I create poisoned borders
Weak as the mist I fall
Erasing your poems from my memory
Fainting visions in your words
I keep on turning the pages of that notebook
Consciously I betray them to others
A shiver torments me towards the deep truth
The edge of these written pages
Untouched by a moment of fatigue
Occupied by lies' inspiration
A virgin amongst sweet cobwebs
Has fallen asleep, blossoms under the rainbow
Just next to a silver birch
She isn't afraid of me nor she moans
Wrong military orders
Don't search, don't listen, not worth it
Alarm and hunting and chaos
I will invoke with one card
I don't trust neither one who shivers of cold
Or of hunger - nor green skies
And those who fall to the ground
I will look eye to eye
You are either a moth or an angel
Certainly you aren't human
At the end of the world, surely
You will incline yourself on his age
And from the same sky
Conscience will change these verses
And won't be any different
This poem from other ones
Wrong military orders
Don't search, don't listen, not worth it
Alarm and hunting and chaos
I will invoke with one card
I don't trust neither one who shivers of cold
Or of hunger - nor green skies
And those who fall to the ground
I will look eye to eye