Man from the depths

Man from the depths, you sink, all alone,

you have no one. Where will you go carried by

the drift? You really believe in something,

even if it rushes to a disaster. Man of

shadows and little joys, come to the silt. For

you, there are scarce remedies. Someone holds

your arm, pulls your sight. You recognize her

voice in the fog, but you dont know her name,

her shape. The sky is overcast and your head

burns in flames. Many times you will feel

hunger and whims. You will sail under a

highly vindictive shadow and a scorching heat,

tormenting you with his zeal. Don't know where

to go. Harassed to abysses from where you

cannot go back, lying in a hole where the sun

never comes. Your skin pales unfortunate man.

Do you still believe in something? After all

your spirit remains immovable. Your head

exploding every day, often collapsing on the

floor. Whatever you look at burns down. And

steam doesn't let you breathe. It is perhaps

the time at which a heavenly angel or a star

would begin to shine for you. The sky is

unlimited so you dont know where to look at,

and the waters and the people are only their

reflexes, and that drives you crazy. I know

where you're going.

You're going where no one else can be. As

unlimited punishes the sky , cold and harsh

with little promise. You lie under its

enormous weight, silent and contemplative.

Rosy dawns come and leave again. Beside her

you get that peculiar feeling. Many others

could have loved you in life, but I have the

impression that you won't stand them. I have

been, its all you can say, discolored by the

lack of light and heat. Mornings scare the

shadows, although evenings brigs them back,

barely hurt . There is no much to see. The

heavens seem sad. He was young, and what he

did was just insane.

RodericoÁlvari