Trumpet calls, feints road
to the crossroads, right here
one and the same way we pass
to death, then everywhere!
Let life pass quickly
the fate of the put curve,
trying to moderate freedom
with instant-eternal latitude.
Springing like a spiral of development,
sting either end,
in the beginning of the inevitable coming
as never before.
Myth not to weave in the current day,
but a fantastic Mirage,
becoming a poetic drawing,
it will not be written off in circulation.
In the vessels of the world communion
all in a private form the General text
memories, feelings
spaces of all times and places.
How live news is received
hope, faith and love,
so wait on the level of immortality
and the retribution of fate.
But sometimes devastated
direct absence of self,
experience the perfection
in the formal framework of being.
Rejected, unrecognized
left as if under lock and key,
I'm a Ghost around the house,
disturbing light draft!