My temple is the stone,
Errante pedestal of the universe,
Alma cloisters in the hardness of a second
Where to put proscenium love my age.
an instant my life is the flower of the road and
I this dream legacy as the son disowned
A latent desert memory of the night, which
gave A dew grass between my tears,
Lair of my anxieties, shelter
Land season, which is coveted and cursed in
secular memory of this promise.
Facing the city, more than five years have seen
expired in my embarrassment, rescued the ambiguous line
Their lights, muffled silence of anger and austere.
On my way uncertain dust rests forever
That came off of my plants thoroughly.
Heaven is a fire where millions of souls
flooded with the sunset, crying out my back.
But the time has closed my last injury and these hands
That will return to dust without touching, without further compensation
What a stroke of wood one day will boost your blessing
on a guild crucial, where love will flag.
