Thursday, October 4, 2012



Do not think I like it this uncertainty
Made in rough weather temporal
And I see my longings as banal
What were delicacies at this table?
I refer to what was fortress
And I feel how you destroy everything
Knowing that ultimately never
I would beat the current firm.
Dared to believe in a second
In many illusions, but what I do
If I go in the world where mismatch,
I no longer enough to dream
Only one patch in nightmare
Against this background done in such devotion.


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