Unbearable heat whcih cracks open the surface of my skin,
Blood pours out like lava river directed toward the ocean.
My scattered mind looks for the ancient oasis full of books -
The authors - Prometheuses - swept away by the whirlwind of sand,
An empty bottle of vodka and a sketch of a bleeding heart denounces the presence of freedom.
Upon the departure of the whirlwind arrives a terrodoctile with least amount of shadow under its wings -
ready to eat my brains out.
The love of my life lies prostrate on top of that hill using her ears 'cause she is frying green tears -
While another one bites the dust!