With their hands tied to trees Day
Tyranny as rotting fruit shake mercy,
Of life break almanac pages
Are described disasters and decay.

My eyes and throw the fist night
Steps opacizând shadow veil gets on fate,
Umbrellas with holes-abyss sing a funeral hymn
And just hope to turn into a black circle.

Patience to count the hairs of grass
Of time with glass eyes and a beard,
Be filed as a ballast to the body turned inside
Listen noise deafening calm before precipitation.

Taste honey from personal fetishes
And drink under the bathing jackets,
A continuous rain washed my eyes with tears,
A smile is red-footed falcon sex in dresses.

Measure the suffering in the number of cigarettes smoked,
When happiness takes the form of ghosts in fantasies smoked,
I weigh dreams whose weight does not stand
And deter rebound into nothingness as a resort.