Being as simple
Also as silent
That all wheat grown to the wind of loving
Simply being...
Life hurts us
She dries us
I expect something founding in me
I wait whole ... "of being"
All these fights
That break carefree
Biting the existence
I have the Melancholia
Which makes the soul bare
That constitutes me
All these fights
While the rage
That all is wrecked
I have in my other self
A desire of loving
Like a shield
At livid days
Which seem to say me :
"I would like immersing you in a silence"
I fear that they dance!
Beauty of doubt
Dare a breath
"Live" is what there has further rare in the world
However the shadows...