They dont want health, he answered
, the heads are in the neck, no one raised his head, he kept answering
and meeting his companions, he could
not see
that the path is dark and slippery,
and if the hand of love comes to someone
reluctantly, the hand comes out of the armpit
when the cold is scorching
, the breath comes out, it becomes cloudy, it becomes dark
like a wall, it stands in front of your eyes
, the breath is cayenne, So what else do you have eyes
from the eyes of friends near or far?
My chivalrous messiah! O Teresa, the old shirt is
filthy, the air is so cowardly cold... Oh
warm breath and happy head,
answer my greetings, open the door,
I am the guest of every night, I am the sad lolli, I am the stricken
stone
, I am the curse of the inferior creation, the awkward song,
not from my room, not from my bell, the same colorless and colorless, come and
open the door, open it, I miss my
opponents! Host! The guest of the year and the moon at the door like a wave trembles
, there is no hail, there is no death. You dont
hear a voice, its cold and teeth,
I came tonight to put
your account aside from the cup
, what do you say that it was gone, it was dawn, it came in the morning?
It
deceives you, there is no redness in the sky after dawn
, opponents! This is a relic of the cold slap of winter, and the
chandeliers of the narrow field, dead or alive,
are buried in the thick coffin of darkness, not in death, it is hidden
, opponents! Turn on the lamp of the wind, night is the same as day,
they dont want health, they dont want to answer,
the weather is depressing, the doors are closed, the heads are in the grip, the hands are hiding
themselves. The clouds, the hearts are tired and sad, the
trees of the skeletons of the crystal skeletons of the earth are
disheartened, the roof of the sky is
the short dust polluted by the seal and the moon of
winter is
the reformer.
