I pick my pen when I am in pain, I try to write but it could not be watertight It could not be universalized It could not be mystified

It is the smile of my lips what to do It’s feeding on it soon its beauty will vanish but I will still cling to IT It’s like loving a rain

The stream says I will find a way I go through roughs I can explode someday I am anxious I have know anxiety of days

A dear half fed on, A woman half laid down, A girl partially turned on, between the lanes of morality and modernity;

And I dreamt His hatred before me All equipped I was the slut, the whore, the bit… I do not fit

Sitting at the table upright I go back to the memory sites Turn back the wheels, scroll and p… Take a moment and capture your gli… That had passed my sight,

I am exiled from my own believes I grew up far away from my creed No peace No pace No place I find for myself none of these Reality strike, I want to hide

On the deserted road, When someone strolls, It kills her more; With no hint to the Destiny upholds,