A decadent scenery
of ancient glorious ruins
inflamed wreck
to start over
the human genesis
tormented
among false saints
poets of light
and insatiable demons.
A fleeting wind
had been distracted by time
irreversible flow,
towards oblivion
already destinies seeking each other
through impetuous seas
of love storms,
here we are
again
us
between lands parched
by arid destroyers
and teardrops of sky,
clear mirrors
of essence.
Who we are,
pearls of truth
inside upwind gales,
monuments staring
at the bewitched complacence
of nonsense
the subdued cry for freedom.
Behind quiet petty steps
dying for what.
Freedom.
