The sunset splits my voice
to the ocean of feelings.
When do I see the inner
time of solitude?
There are some moments
dry and others wet
as I climb the Babel Tower.
I can’t distinguise if the dream
is true or if the lies are borning.
Inside my soul burning lapses
remind me the self identity.
As I borrow this alphabetic song
a child rise on the street
with his amazing playing universe.
All what I can tell
is absolutly unnecesarie and my verse
that is broke by the half
is freeze in the singleness of love.