I disappear every day From the earth Away from your heart Finally, I feel the taste of our dry lips To break them! Never think of it again
Outwardly, it would be easier Than it was then to be child Internally run to the image Each word is linked with my life Written torment haunted me Without respite
Burn thy diaries, turn it to ashes The freshness mislead me So I have to take this fire And carry it in broken hands Superstition kills me Without respite