Sterile ***** of sharp stones,
shattered rocks,
dust
and more dust.

The eyes glued,
burning,
my muscles are ropes,
and nothing stops this cold.

Be suspended,
canceled from the world,
the words fall apart,
in a silent pain.

Where is the desire?

Can not reach,
I don't feel it,
I dont believe it,
no more


However I craved,
almost compulsive,
what I do not have,
what I do not catch

Beyond the edge of the horizon,
with the breath of the world on my back,
and a look where the days and nights are reflected