but do not give me grief
is on them, I only know
great friend,
the joy of sight
not want to know more
the lament of his sighs black
of blind love, tears of deep regret
how eternal source
the poet immortalized in a thousand moments of love and hate, I do not want your black
song, I am a traveler
fleeing from the stained souls
way and looks just beautiful songs
of gait,
more, I know great friend, more impossible
that is my business
the eternal life.
Image: The Wire poet
