unimportant

To be a dust in the chaos of the Universe
To be a flake on the ice-field surface
To be a drip in the immensity of the ocean
To be a sandy grain in the wide of a desert

Surviving only in the memory of the abandonment
Living only in her own solitude
Feeling only the suffering of to be
Making any void the symbol of an existence

Unimportant and useless little thing
Filled with breaks where to hide the pain
Diging day by day a little more deeply
Thus to form the alliance of time at a slow degradation

An invisible body in front of a mirror
The nothingness reflect his image
An interior without life
Having the lack for illness



“Dialogue with the Death”