The moment of truth has arrived
Everywhere there is calm
The air is counting its steps
In a hurry to fly over the palm
The innocent smile, the insipid tear
Lose meanings inside the box of wood
The blood freezes in the veins
That has grown full since childhood
The rising sun losses its glow
Ruddy cleavages run dry and flat
The sly feet are locked in chain
Love would no more torment the heart
The light mingles with dark
There is no happiness no sorrow
The time stretches to eternity
The present is gone, there is no tomorrow
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