… I put my head on the shoulders of sadness and I fell asleep beside.

In my dream, the silhouettes of apathy were burning too quickly, supposing that I care about the air that goes around and my sight I have sent to recognize my being.
Strange … the bells of night are not moving like they used to.

Nor the wind, nor the venom of time will keep me prisoner in chains, just me … I’m the only one in a desert of needs.

The song of my soul looks like finishing his pleading and the candles which shine his corners, light the room for just a second …