The life rises and fall the time
is mean and rapidly violent it(he,she)
triumphs with the youth, defeats the
beauty and poisons.
To be in zeal, to be left to the
wind, life goes for a made
desire to keep silent about the
silence of not meeting
nevermore to pretend to be so
hard, to try to be a bear of felt,
to play at forgetting...
The life in late afternoons fills
the eyes, latent twilight
removes us, you do not blink
girl in infrared!! .... you remain
alone happily ultimately
always you are quiet but I at
that even you want to look,
Original letter "Kallejon Oskuro"