Pleasures that lead to empty
Delivered in triumphant moments,
I see only the posts as
The weather became much colder.
And when this ghost, I finally recreate,
Touched by the joys of the crystals,
Where would show in masterly
Moments, which both challenge.
Rereading every page of life
The road that I realize now lost,
Leads to the most terrible folly,
But how can I be so diverse,
If walking scrotum immersed in this world,
A rough traveler, a clandestine...