Such odd grin has unleashed a strong confusion
that violently shifts the thick woods
which hide their trees.
Such odd grin commands to mimic
the look of a sad dream
and steal again some seconds from infinity.
Give me a night to sleep
I'll give you a rose to paint.
Lend me some time to keep before I enjoy to faint.
Every night such odd grin oppresses my breath
but this evening I'm going to listen to the wind.
Overwhelming sentences are waiting for me,
to lay down every assurdnesses and phobias.