Setting deep is your memory among the arteries that they water these neurotic fields, that they writen among so many moons, whispers of the night which they wrap up the petrol that it goes down the flakes of this old hatch.
Wind spreading ashes, remainders of the caresses of your words. Crazy matches that they set fire to the senses of this thoracic cavity little by little.
Broken bones. Tinder burning among your silences, paths which go over the blind feelings that they scrutinize you among the shadows of this cold pyramid.