"you cannot hide from world"
he says:
"the world is everywhere"

between million colored bunches
under colored boundless sky
there you lay behind your fences
too afraid to cross it by
your heart, is in chains
and not because your wilderness
but because of your faded blaze.

and, in desert, where you lay
you're alone, as if you say
all this sand is lonely too
made from one
no more than two.

here you blame
your eternal forsakenness
and you have drown
the sand forgiveness.
you're alone, but maybe why?
in this coldness, desert dry
where your stain's beneath its glamour
and your soul stretched by behaviour.

and the world it's made of sand
fulfilled by her baked ground
where you lay behind your garden
blaming her for your own scandal.

so you see
the boundless desert
with its sand,
outstretched and
feeling its bay.
but instead
of carrying mountains
when he knows that he shall fail,
he is here,
approaching cereals,
making love
and endless sail.

and the sorrow you have made
hiding just behind your fence
you should know that you shall fade
if you'll still lay in your own trance.