I am watching the play of men.
I am watching the play of men.Playing with skulls and bones,
Enjoying the delusion of persecution
Nerves are still, senses are numb.
I am neither in the sea
nor on the shore.
Minds are no more sagacious,
Souls are no more sublime.
Standing on the penitential floor
I do not know what I am waiting for!
Stuck between hunger and thirst,
Stuck between silence and fear,
I cannot overcome my hiccups
Though, I hope someone will hear!
He who lies in the cuts and wholes
He who controls the body and the soul.
Walls are broken
Let me find the bricks,
Words are unspoken
Let me discover my speech