Inferno...

I’m on a beach; it’s hot.
Painfully I walk,
Lonely and all the children see me insane,
Surfing come down in the sand.
Thousand years pass and a crow take a sand grain away,
I’m still there,
Laughing and crying,
Burning for my desires,
Waiting for a strange hand,
Consumed by the sand...
And I never walk away because I will be in hell each time I close my eyes...

Is early again,
But here, the peace, the waltz...
My waltz.
I still remember the faces, the smells, and the darkness...
I still here, incarnated in this body, less human more . . . Me,
Without pain or compassion, free of regrets.
Only me. My love and my hate...

(Meio de 2007).