in the back seat of a car
the headphones in the higher volume, the sound spreads
in the back seat of a car
with it's secrets veiled by it's mouth

only when it's useful
it is had with attention
but in indifference times
disappears in the darkness

passing the crossroad
a master and it's disciples
the mists surrounds it
and make it invisible

the bell rings
the sparrow sings
the cigarette burns
the blade cuts

with it's friends
it walks
but the loneliness
surrounds it

into the night
a cry of pleasure fills it
a nervous laugh
followed by the kiss of love

a punch that makes it bleed
the Patriot gives it
it's clothes in the street
and freedom around the corner

the wind whisper
the owl sings
the candles on
the moon shines

in the woods appears
smiling, hysterical, naked
dancing in endless spirals
with it's invisible beings around

in a black and white world, ruled
a being with colored eyes
breaking boundaries and walls
the arcana 0 incorporates

in the back seat of a car
the headphones in the higher volume, the sound spreads
imagining the perfect perfection
in a place of pain and prejudice

the pen between it's fingers dance
a silent music
the poem of it's pale owner
the paper reveals secretly