Like the moon behind the clouds
Dark and occasional light
That secretly blurred again
As if he never existed
But there he is; hiding in a corner again
Breath was more pressing
In the chest
Interesting to the point
That can not be explained
With words
The wind was waiting
to be hugged tomorrow a gloomy day
That was not as expected
Who could have thought you were going to fall
Blown like this?
Pain and bruises
In the mind - which almost makes you crazy
The night will pass; we know
Now there's no point in seeing the drizzle out there
every trickle is like a tragedy drama accompaniment; life
Unlucky as a whore with flowers
The dancing in sight
O, a happy and unfortunate life
Eventually it will be like a child crying and singing for no reason
with a silent tree watch
Even if they can talk, they will say:
Damn right your fate, son. Day added old - with a terrible stature - interspersed with magic coming from witches who worship goddess .