Among the remains of our Daily Bread
We get used to blinding our eyes
Is there anything as amazing

As proving our smallness to believe
That living is the only real thing and forgetting our own lines
While performing on the screen of life


Hidden and Unexpected


Young and old people shut
Themselves up in the egoism
Of the body's opinion

Pure illusions of we who lives
Each second numb
The body get off the stage

And returns to the essence
To once more get into the game
For another attempt at the 108th


Hidden and Unexpected


Death comes to catch us with
Our virtues or badness
And she's so disagreeable

At dinnertime
Unheard word in the throat
Definitive dead