This rich tapestry where I do not lay
was last nights no dream result
A blank state of mind, dreamless
Inciting the morning to be proficient.
O dear that waits or are out of my lead,
I miss your presence, your part is the lost
Printemps of myself deluded,
I fear to try again and become against.
Waves and line of vision do not fit right.
As wave, you blur my sight completely.
And as a blind, only my stick may talk,
I being silent and reflexive while it telling
Jokes to the stones and balls of trash
it knows for ages, and the humor that I
met for so long is provoking vomit.
O woman waving and passing at the sound of within temptation,
I am devoted to you
Although our certitude being nonexistent
Attaining, once more, a vertigo that I want to feel
Till I fall within You, O passing woman
Within the days, over the nights, not all my mights are enough,
you must say yes.