The Heart Creaks.
with its hole opened. You know its home overwhelmingly red, the
lonely pause of its inhabitants.
Carelessness creaks while entering the door, its scene turned into
ashes, as daughter of the dust, as common as the death that awaits it.
Nothing is enough during the days of loss. I wave the white flag to
accustom myself to the defeats.
I light up myrrh where we had to say goodbye. After the battle, to the
angel that guards the city I ask for another day; may the night allow us