On The Last Day Of The World

I Say To My Breath Once Again, Little Breath Come From In Front Of Me, Go Away Behind Me, Row Me Quietly Now, As Far As You Can, For I Am An Abyss That I Am Trying To Cross.

Every Year Without Knowing It I Have Passed The Day When The Last Fires Will Wave To Me

I Offer You What I Have My Poverty

Your Absence Has Gone Through Me

Laughter Was The Shape The Darkness Took Around The First Appearance Of The Light.