Under the heavy fire of the not held promises, too thin borders of the insanity, covered the synthesis of all forms of demise. And of ashes from where could be born the last bravados under this heavy fire, under this rotted fire, where one will finish inventing concepts still-born children, before sinking in active resignation, male skilful and morbid, only will remain great moments of daily newspaper, lying, still laughing. And one will go to the confrontation, that one it can or not, that it is wanted it or not, pour in disproportion, to give the exchange and all measurement, to widen the fields of possible, to prune at least the worst.
Under the heavy fire of the not held promises, too thin borders of the insanity, covered the synthesis of all forms of demise. And of ashes from where could be born the last bravados under this heavy fire, under this rotted fire, where one will finish inventing concepts still-born children, before sinking in active resignation, male skilful and morbid, only will remain great moments of daily newspaper, lying, still laughing. And one will go to the confrontation, that one it can or not, that it is wanted it or not, pour in disproportion, to give the exchange and all measurement, to widen the fields of possible, to prune at least the worst.