And however much I gather thoughts
They break the fetters,
becoming fragments of nonsense sentences
which hide in letters
with hallow words among crooked lines.

They are incomprehensible inner pearls,
depicting the ineffable soul
bewildered in its own space of ivy’s whorls,
seeking for nowhere’s stroll
full of verisimilar sublime life’s pictures.

Now I have to bear my own tumult,
to sing in a deaf place,
to defy the invisibility that tears up me,
to built myself from a trace,
rowing towards the clouds’ obstructed gate