I can not stand the days or the eternal seconds announcing a if I get lost in the voids of waiting

the light proofs are black, large and small crystals

breaking without letting up

hot they burn cutting the veins bleeding

and breaking the ribs with the cold of indifference

nothing is what it seems and nothing is what it is

there is neither sweet nor salty

it's like the wind that blows in the serenity of a night

in the middle of the fog buried in a barren field

or like the mouth with dry lips wet with lust

white ends up being dark without color

and the shadows, the exile, the loneliness

a company.