Distorted walls cannot tear the lights of thunder and the flashes of reason If something must still happen, it shall happen following the rules of anti-logic Flee from the ignoble joke of nature, that vegetates in company of the fetid ignorance Don't burn your energy trying to stand your anti-you Scratch lunacy and remember that, after all, everything can be brought back to a ridiculous game by the vox of anti-time. You cannot separate happiness from your life, as your life is not exempt form tragedy World is made the contrary of what the common sense is done It leans on a ignorant and unthankful substratum, that sings hosanna to the ones who k** and spits on those who celebrate the excitement of life, that worships the false prophets refusing the simplicity of sincere feelings, to protect his own inconsistent shell from the disappointment of raw truth. I am against every stereotype or icons I yearn an antiseptic space, impatient and devoid of shame I know it exists, it is inside me Sometimes outside me I've been there with my mind.