I pick my pen when I am in pain, I try to write but it could not be watertight It could not be universalized It could not be mystified

facade I did partake I die a million death Under this camouflage i begin to believe that surrounds the flees

On the deserted road, When someone strolls, It kills her more; With no hint to the Destiny upholds,

The stream says I will find a way I go through roughs I can explode someday I am anxious I have know anxiety of days

I am exiled from my own believes I grew up far away from my creed No peace No pace No place I find for myself none of these Reality strike, I want to hide

And I dreamt His hatred before me All equipped I was the slut, the whore, the bit… I do not fit

Sitting at the table upright I go back to the memory sites Turn back the wheels, scroll and p… Take a moment and capture your gli… That had passed my sight,

A dear half fed on, A woman half laid down, A girl partially turned on, between the lanes of morality and modernity;