I'm scared. The afternoon is gray and sadness
the sky opens like a dead mouth.
My heart have a cry of princess
forgotten in the bottom of a desert castle.
I'm scared. And I feel so tired and small.
That I reflect of afternoon know meditate on it.
In my sick head must not fit a dream.
Like in the sky has not fit a star.
However in my eyes a question exist
and there a scream in my mouth that my mouth does not scream.
No ear on earth that not hear my sad complaint
abandoned in the middle of the endless land.
The universe is dying of calm agony.
Without of party of the sun or twilight green.
Saturn agonizes as a penalty mine.
The earth is a black fruit that sky bites.
And the empty vastness go blind.
The clouds in the afternoon, as boats lost
who hid in their cellars broken stars.
And the death of the world falls on my life.