words the damned all outcast on destiny the embittered hands in the sky are lifted, but on a belt in the earth are already driven dig tombs, losing phalanxes of fingers yesterday a wolf, and today you run a hare shout cry suffer the most courageous drinks break off vile drinks of cold sweat abstract images avaricious exclamations dreams the deprived silently whispers in the sleep a sweet voice to them «you cursed, sentenced» …