I want to bring my cry closer and draw it on my walls where my lament lies where my secret misfortune lies in a place where no one else can visit me the vigil of the nights is veiled in the darkness of the abyss of solitude nothing reaches the desert where each of us finds ourselves the word tries to reach this dome that isolates us from each other but the particular lexicon brings back incomprehension the steps in the dark surround only the invisible of the equality so full that encompasses us all the cages of interpretation the world only reaches us through understanding so unique so peculiar this same word dances enchants and captivates this same word deceives in infamy
