1. RAGE OF THE ORIENTALS

Forecasting the eastern rage,
Dust from the ground raises like black cloud
Covering the horizon line.
An earthquake pushes dropping dry leaves around me.

A crowd without a name!
Chaos! voices!,
Those who had never seen each other before,
Eyes, steps.
Those who do not know each other,
Chaos! voices! (victor hugo in feuilles d'automne )

Those are in a desperate union of destiny: the will to Survive
And I wanted to survive!
The truth came with the first relieved breath of outcast.


2. DROPPING DRY LEAVES

Whispers from time is heard and embrace dead trees
Autumn falls merciless, crossing land: pale season fades Man
Nothing is done, nothing but dirt, and places damp seize.
In flames, you call the heartless, draining mind: bloody

No quimeras,
Only empty blows out of gentle desire
Fancy thrusts
The mourning mood fairly slow
Dissemble
Hideous beatings steadily arose
Suavity holds drums sounds along with dim rays

Shame hangs sagacity above groans of grief
Liquor spreads nonsense chords in oaks
Bride's velvet embraces cold corpses.
Oh wind! carry my conscious. untie my presence.

No quimeras,
Only empty blows out of gentle desire
Fancy thrusts
The mourning mood fairly slow
Dissemble
Hideous beatings steadily arose
Suavity holds drums sounds along with dim rays

Struggle with men's contempt
Deceive the illusion of being a knight.
Effusive delirium states above certainty;
All is nothing: truth is a fake.

Hoisting sounds from pallid stars
Devotes sonorous pain to eternal rest
Young faith's sordid smile ponders:
Memory in mausoleum, mendacity in me!


3. BURYING THE WIZARD

By the time he was by himself at stragon´s shore,
With imperfection, like a maculated glass, his hands Gathered water toward his face
An once naive movement became desperation, while
He had been told by the wind's howl about the presence of Musa, the wizard.

- “Aue dominus” ! there had been a sad struggle by the Forest. shall I ride you home, foreigner?
- Shall I be abulic? take your “vitae” out of Here. “adieu” my friend!
- My “vitae” has brought this world hope and truth for the Weakens.
- Take a look at me and wonder if what you have just said Is really acurreted!

There were honest words, though truth is not made of good Will
As his defensive spells are not much stronger than a Whisper.
Like a battering rum, steel broke into his fortress
At that time, he had sealed an endless marriage with the Pagan.

Hiding his actions, covered the man within the land.

The “requiem”.


4. NOBLE THIEF

Expelled from my land, burglar.
Glory and honor weren’t enough promises to my name.
Am I coward? so said my past. but I’ll prove him.
Remembrances blind reality. desire to kill my bride? I am Killing her.
Blood, blood on my hands. blood of a woman