In the decisions of this room the night carrier enters my dream again. Will I live on without the burden of those days, in this condition of the falling?
Can the day become the conclusion of my looking?
Thinking of its lasting voice, can I find the path of the lightening, between the torment of my serving?
This is how life has left me, in my sorry state of remembering, in the shadow of my failures.
Am I only preserving the pursuing of my beginning or have I the freedom of my words?
Can the day become the conclusion of my looking?
Thinking of its lasting voice, can I find the path of the lightening, between the torment of my serving?
This is how life has left me, in my sorry state of remembering, in the shadow of my failures.
Am I only preserving the pursuing of my beginning or have I the freedom of my words?