“My heart is already accustomed to processing violet blood with poisons that are more deadly; Make you live again after a long sleep.

“It’s hard for me to cry, my demons advise me to follow... the letters tell me to stop, but my body says: And the Brain is treacherous for you to lie when doing a not true in front of the Bible?

“I don’t know why GOD loves me, I don’t even apply anaphora. I don’t even know the rules of a poem, I stop in this verse to go and have a glass of water.

“**** the rhyme! Leave me alone with the metric! The quotation marks will die with me!!! I hope I don’t go to hell!!

“It hurts me to cry, I have cried too much; therefore, I smile not to cry.

“I help without asking for anything in return, in return I ask for help; But I have no help. Only GOD is the Giver of life, when I sin: my days are subtracted.

“I don’t want rhymes; this comes out of my skull, without complex meanings so that they understand it.

“I’m not who you think, I think who I am. You think differently from me; I don’t understand as you do.

“I settled on the bed, and I keep typing. I don’t have respiratory valves, nor the cough of despair comes to me: my tracheas are full of pleasure.

“I’m done, I’m tired, but of myself”.