Personal thoughts I

… I put my head on the shoulders of sadness and I fell asleep beside. In my dream, the silhouettes of apathy were burning too quickly, supposing that I care about the air that goes around and my sight I have sent to recognize my being. Strange … the bells of night are not moving like they used to. Nor the wind, nor the venom of time will keep me prisoner in chains, just me … I’m the only one in a desert of needs. The song of my soul looks like finishing his pleading and the candles which shine his corners, light the room for just a second …