Words confuse and create equivocal thoughts   Thoughts silently transmit our inner essence   The eternal silence leads to oblivion.   I am contradiction, the boundary, inside and outside   I am difficulty, immoderation, mannerism, simplicity,   rigor, baroque, minimalism   I'm like this music that twists around itself,   that gets torn and recomposes.   I'm the result of a test, the survivor of a living   Rottenly imbued of my life, counterpoint to the petrification of pain   Heap of rocks, skeleton of soul, voice suspended in a dream   Longing for entering the mystery of visible   For tasting the sweet horror vacui.   I listen to the silence   I feed myself with fear, rage, anguish and unspoken sensations   Surprised and spellbound by the grotesque and eclectic revelation of things.   I perceive something tragic here   And my mind is blood and confusion.