Its burning like a half-dead candle, my body doesnt believe it, this body is tired, Im tired, Im staring at the horizon, my eyes are waiting, your tongue gave me your flames, Im hoar, my life story, the story of the moon and the leopard, the story of going and staying, the story of glass and stone, the night didnt end, my last flame didnt come true in the morning, the
flame passed over my head, the acquaintance didnt arrive, it dripped drop, my body dripped in the atmosphere of the night, I didnt hear what I said. There is no one but my shadow, you who are dying with me, the shadow screams, I have burned silently and made me in the heart of this night , there is nothing from my body except the cold ashes , but the light of my night, I reach the honest morning with all my swing and fever
like a candle in the middle of June, the moment of June is burning on my lips , my body is silent in the heart of the night, the peak of my inflammation, the last moment of the night, the peak of the morning, the night breaker. He laughed until he sat down at night, he didnt get up at night, he didnt get up in the morning, he didnt sit down in the morning, my body didnt rest until he reached the end.
