ataraxia
vespertilia
Is it to die my night ? Tonight I dreamt a plan streaked of freshness, today, I lied in a water urn and like a relic I rested. Is it to die my night ? The endless time consumes me like a rustle. When night vanishes, a gloomy weep colour and we remain, just carried away. Now that's night my life seems to be a corolla of darkness. Is it to die my night ? The marble kiss is on my lips, just carried away... When I find a word in this silence of mine, it's dug in my life as an abyss. This sadness of returns had stolen my sleep. Is it to die my night ? To enjoy just an instant of initial life, carried away...