Surname Pain

it would be nice if certainties came liquid and don't wear a dirty robe as the aggressive formation of the storms or the negative balance of failed smiles. we know what they created... this altar of icy statues, built with the defects called trust and his emblematic surname pain. the fingers that point are made of stone and evoke hatred for our imperfection. time absorbs all delusions, but you don't find any of that on watches: the filthy parade of minutes knows how to erase the human and abstraction. this happened with the links that have become distance, the passions that turned away, the barbed wire of indifference that surrounded the source of being and knowing. still never talked about awards when we came here to play. is the dagger of certainties in our eyes that makes the light dim nonstop.