To live, to pass the point of undertaking, to give until now weeps a wall of words. What else can we do who struggle? Who are afraid of whose axe? Stay with me, with the love.
Yet, how Gods wail, but you don’t need their profundity, just your relief.
Time is reborn Let’s remain yet … Gods joke gladly at this chimera, those tyrants, immortal, who anoint, then cut down, get their kicks indulging their priests, unenlightening you.
So quite alive, let’s raise our truth like glasses. Re-enter relaxing. Since we may slip, lie down with me, so that I
