a macabre thoughts and vain sacrifices
would be nice if I stay all hours and I only died
my days and I finally
free and quiet because I did not need others to feel alive
the other hand we will be killing me
me and my oxymorons
all the world's books
all knowledge of the whole world
time in the world and tell millions of years after
that once the summer came
in June and in January was cold and snow
in January was my birthday
Greetings, greetings!
celebrate your death
I am immortal, but something tells me that my life is not unlimited
infinite line segment very short time.