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In the mystery of chaos,

chasm full of sensations,

glacial forgotten images,

sentenced to endless memories.

In the shade of Atropos,

you hold ardent that photo,

horrible mental heritage;

lethal poison,

the frailty demands your attitude...

Turn her face to the asylum,

whose red wall, like thread,

wraps your never-ending shudder.

A shudder that foments vision

like the last thunderbolt of a storm;

a shudder that fills senses, source of odyssey

and shatters bowels to sail at sea of destruction.

Inexorable death,

prisoner of a survival

of the absolute dryness of the soul

to give into the abyss the most humble utopies...

To excite the horrible illusions...

A smile that shouts Ade

to which to donate the last ode...

Like a swan that soars to the horizon

ploughing the sea of restless spirits,

fire in the limbo of the life,

you shudder and fall... Sentenced.