Anticipation sustains the shock
To Immateria I run from solitude
Gravity binds motionless tears and aspirations
Unsettled minds quiver with passion as madness leads back to a private paradise
A charismatic figure emerges to save me from this senile suicide
Dancing images separate me from the eyeless monsters
Enthusiasm curves my lips as the alchemist invades my consciousness
The drowsy air hums like a savage
and eternity amuses itself on our fluttering lips