English Translation:
Step by step, punctuated rhythm,
embryonic detachment, cold, empty still picture
in my head.
Sound of silence, thoughts chasing each other
in a backward stroke.
Consciousness of cold scream destruction of metal.
And ‘past, it is already far away, living machine, button,
concept detached, inner frozen magma.
There is confusion in the rhythm of thoughts.
Acceleration, wheezing desperate reversal,
the parable of my thoughts still feels a
contact.
There is a return to perfection. Loss of energy,
effort, return to harmony and everything slows down, silence
in the dark stairs, steps dragged, slow, tired.
My empty room.
There is emotion in memory and still desire and
tears, torn love, abortion
and we angry tongs.
I do not feel even the frequencies, bed, prison
hell, obsession, gaze, glued ceiling
on the head, back the warmth and tears.
I remember the late of ‘ecstasy,
rebellion to the cries of the thoughts, mind power,
broken cord, despair,
inverse of the desire to return.
Thoughts counterclockwise, power of the mind.
Around the time is near massacre me.
The latter are the only reminder of my failure,
Once again.
Conservation, hope, desire (by virtue of being)
will is pain, continuously, the desire of the bond,
vital heat.
Alba, rebirth, life buttons cells,
thinking hard about your image.
Possibility, hope, certainty, continuation
and like a nightmare, h
