All Earth, all the seas, everything seizes of my, each landscape says good bye, with the weeping of the angels stabbing my heart. Each wind, each beast that leaves my, is transformed into demons multiplied by moons and stars in the sky... will also die when the winds of the winter are a sung shout... Complicated personality... Not if I like to be with people, perhaps nobody understands to me... is very difficult to understand can sound gothic that to me? bah nor ahi... That it gives more, if every day I question myself that excrement I do here in this penumbrado world. I do not understand the religion nor the materiality of the facts. I think that people this crazy crazy person... but not but who I... think that it is not possible to be trusted anything or nobody, that cannot be breathed nowhere and that never I will be able to feel what is the freedom...
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