Skeptic

There is that man

Looking in my interior

Traveling in the spaced

running through my blood

jumping for my veins

alone I want to walk

without cease toward that cosmos

that he gets excited these winds

that it dazzles tonight

she didn't want this after

that outbreak

who torment the boldness

of to leave me and to forget

in this promised land

in the dark and sweet darkness

there is that man

without fear and stammering

to order, to destroy, and defy

waste and sweet world with pain escapes

with impulses we are not able to hope

already now

alone I want to walk

with the arms already bleed

crossing this immense full moon

I no longer wish to see behind you