You are defeated in the happiness that Tanu Mana does not see Without even listening to the cries of the hesitating soul Descending in the day, you rush into the evening, I want to know how to hold hands Merciful He is hidden in you. Rushing steps to admire Even the wretched stand to stand before the eyes, Stupidity that goes deeper than the conscious For your screams after being mute There is nothing left for you, you crazy person. Dissatisfaction is a stirring in the soul, Following forward to another dimension of lusty desire. Why didn't you find someone to tell that What is needed is… Read more
