Find in the word a way to invade,
of violence, of arousing animosity,
to remember a pain of which he cannot speak.

The words are broken in a launched action,
and the actions carry a story, harden the skin
and hang around the neck of a male in the area
for a place that must be won,
the place in the jungle that costs him his life,
the place to which he arrives with his eyes and decision.
The decision to cross the friction of that duel
with something more than silence,
and something less than the word,
with the buzz of the breaking breath of peace
who finds this stumbling block breaking through.

In another time, an open possibility,
in the secret of irrational acts
that in the streets were wild emissions.
For a place that must be won
life opens with a razor's edge
that jumps across a field,
judge who rules possession and loss,
who escapes with the illusion in that despair
that no longer fits in reality.
In that despair
the one that submits to the spirit of resistance,
the omen is the mist, the madness and the blood
and the teacher who no longer dreams of a different path.
The signs repeat the distance and the hum,
which is also a nightmare
They do not alter this loneliness that does not start it
in the alternatives,
loneliness repeats the same sign,
stamp the certainty that the darkness
It's so intense, too intense...
the milky darkness removes its shadow,
walking blindly, impertinent,
leads him to misfortune
the result caresses him, a path
and a plan, a hideout and the nights
and the results that fear contains
the surprises and the glow in the nightmare.