He bites a red apple and tastes a black worm
At night in the precipice the village brakes down
The lover’s forehead gets a foreboding of a bad dream
The conscience mould like a disease on his skin

Embarks his heavy body his still easy heart
and paddles on the tar sea in a silver boat
In a foreign language hears gods
invoking forgiveness’s songs

Mysteriously blooms from sores
an up side down world
Blooded the day break betrays
forsaken saints moving away

His wooden body shakes through cold shivers
His tired head forgets why to rise and gets grizzled
The lights turned off the curtain that fallen at last
painfully and definitely delimits the present from the past

He is just a hurried actor experiencing
the failure from the first act
She wipes off his tears and lets
a hysterical laughter for burking his neck

After that she mixed up with the crowd
Sacred commonplace, delusion so easily given
From her face while swinging
the mind’s hell into eye’s eden.