I fly through memory to find a newborn love.
Is it possible to write a poem or are these words just screams of outlaws exiled to the desert?
Beyond all vanities, fights, and desires, omnipotent silence lies.
Every thought about death takes a moment of life away.
In trying to be perfect, He perfected the art of anonymity, Became imperceptible And arrived nowhere from nowhere.
The world is a navy in an empty ocean.