Blood and Confusion

Words confuse and create equivocal thoughts

Thoughts silently transmit our inner essence

The eternal silence leads to oblivion.

I am contradiction, the boundary, inside and outside

I am difficulty, immoderation, mannerism, simplicity, rigor, baroque, minimalism

I'm like this music that twists around itself, that gets torn and recomposes.

I'm the result of a test, the survivor of a living

Rottenly imbued of my life, counterpoint to the petrification of pain

Heap of rocks, skeleton of soul, voice suspended in a dream

Longing for entering the mystery of visible

For tasting the sweet horror vacui.

I listen to the silence

I feed myself with fear, rage, anguish and unspoken sensations

Surprised and spellbound by the grotesque and eclectic revelation of things.

I perceive something tragic here

And my mind is blood and confusion.