How scary whispers can be
gloomy eclipse
it should not be poetic,
it is.
Inconsistency in the sunsets,
variants
many times empty
they should not be magical,
they are.
I do not want to think of the sky as a canvas .... The fog covers the ground
I'm not awake to appreciate it
I resign myself not to admire them
the mist is mysterious
the mist is mysterious and the tears in its descent
with eccentric formationss
they should not generate inspiration
invisible
they should be invisible.
