Indifference, masculine, traitor,
and into that milling swarm the enemies pointed their guns towards the window panes of our rooms.
The winter must be in the house.
Soon.
In the harms of night, a silence which even crickets don’t dare profane.
We walk to the lake and sink into the frozen water.
and into that milling swarm the enemies pointed their guns towards the window panes of our rooms.
The winter must be in the house.
Soon.
In the harms of night, a silence which even crickets don’t dare profane.
We walk to the lake and sink into the frozen water.
Everything is static
If you leave a day to breathe
Summers are worth more than this boat
We sail all day like a farewell to winter
A lampara keeps on burning
and somehow we can’t return
we can’t return
You ‘ve been scared
as tons of christians feared the lions
In the coliseum
and cried
