Even those last illusions    are falling like exhausted bricks    The image of your hair is making for bore    while worry is fading away.       Here comes a storm    sweeping away this last deep night.    Sexes still move,    bodies still move    to reconstruct all what has been.       My life is like a child's    feeling in advanced when death comes to him    I feel time is just running out    and a raindrop falls on my thoughts.       Stars enjoy flying away    but they don't know    later they'll get forever dead.