Always struck by infinity,
I was searching a center,
and time was walking through me mutely.
Covered in tremors
I was ready to abdicate the flavours of life.
Exhausted, wearing rags of knowledge
I discovered the finite in hostile virtues.
This was a manic dance full of foggy dreams
scaling the impossible insomnia and silence
was falling like snowflakes.
Silhouette of death hovers around the praying lips,
we pocket the coins of memories and forget the bitter past.
Perpetual stress breaks the neck awfully engraving the pain.
I stammer for a barometer.
I perceive you my ghost, a reminder of my frightened childhood,
when I lost my home in the labyrinth of mirrors.
Cannot stop it, the dark now spreading in the eyes,
My kids won’t understand my hushed withdrawal.
