On the face innervated by the dark
overflows her every day, steel
mask
Modelled on the face with cold
Refuge elected
from the soul led
To antiquated quarrels
Encased in old twenty hybrids
Keep the good mood
Even in moments of pain
wax lips from
To stop the silence in the winds of lacquer
A shiver hidden behind the mask
A rustle in the eyes bluish rickety
The real thoughts on paper without ink
E 'a moment of panic salty flavor
eyes glistening in the glare ice
reveal the 'identity and grudges emerge
But then she wins and comes back on the faces
In what follows for the scenes of cosmic upheavals
Hides wrinkles
in a thousand bands vague
Without tears
of memories anonymous
smiles on secret thoughts
plays items that cross the skin
being ever, today and yesterday!
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