Line of palm suicide blind write and write
always merges with the life and the fact
This is called poetry …
the azure vault of your angel to see you …
With an ocean of obsessions and fever
comes to your cast in nights shadow …

Immerse fleet of paper boats!
He rode bulls rebel yell a storm.
Judged to be rapidly this asylum of shipwrecks
the madness of shipwrecked
Vesper in jugs of black tea,
the chimney hot and aspirin tablets!
Stalled in gossip,
with pot in hand,
you drink the chorus of prophets who
you behind the scenes all combine: 
son, silence
in memory of future bodies …

Our Algocalmin the everyday,
give it to us Amen
and forgive us our sorrows,
as we forgive our torturers
and lead us not into temptation rebellion,
we divided the soul into sly and stupid,
for you is the anesthetic
and power to manage it
forever and ever amen … ”

Meanwhile, the mask of wisdom and found bad, —
dedublându into prayer, seeking and meaning.
Suicide in his flesh line blind
descends from the azure vault of the angel that could see …
with an ocean of obsessions and fever
comes to her cast-n Albele nights shadow,
while panting old bitches
bifurcate-n hoot and sweet sighs …

It’s a serious time that were kindled
of the metal of the bells of the world languages
otrăvitele praise, zeflemeaua spurcăciunii …
and binds clowns barking of hands and feet
with rope vocabule smelling
the undesirables master of bitterness.
Tight link is the pillar wise and crazy
and try, by curses, the devil him wreath,
and it lasts monuments in genunii empire …

A, Caesar poor, unshackle
the glory and kingdom,

in honor of heads of flesh,
Senate howling of the wolves you called
Spokesman for the silence
in loneliness.