Ahead of the poem I wrote with solitude.
It rests in the eye of a useless man.
The victory that the world awaits.
Infinite absence sinks in distant.
The melody echoes and cleanses the earth.

wish upon the moon.
chain to the ankle.
Freedom to the words.
An oath to the sky.
Gratitude to the pain.
light to the eyes.
look to my fingers.
conversation to the beauty.
The contradiction hates the strenght to leap.
These hollow hands describe my dream.

thread leads the smoke of [bad word] 
Rain at night and the great hope.
Temptation of ambition befalls.
I endure the weight on my back.
Blazing road and a blue window.
moment before the near sleep.

At night all seasons open and change.
Beatings meet and engrave a smile.
Letters of the myth I seek are blurred.

life reflects on the morning water.
The look of the eyes I can still see.
road of winds that the passed water builds.
Stars flickering in the quiet afterimage.

Red night disappears.
The sleepless reward arrives.
Shine, you movers.
Sparkle, you movers.