Such odd grin has unleashed a strong confusion that violently shifts the thick woods which hide their trees. Such odd grin commands to mimic the look of a sad dream and steal again some seconds from infinity. Give me a night to sleep I'll give you a rose to paint. Lend me some time to keep before I enjoy to faint. Every night such odd grin oppresses my breath but this evening I'm going to listen to the wind. Overwhelming sentences are waiting for me, to lay down every assurdnesses and phobias.