walking,
staggering in the exile of memories,
intoxicated with bitterness of a poison,
sucked from the lips of his previous mistress.
His vision falls like the leaves in autumn
inducing him to expose himself totally.
Bearing the burden of his sins he cries...
He can see himself growing older
until he has become a sick old man
and in the mirrors of the shade he sees himself being buried.
He starts slipping on the dozing memory,
thus he trembles and writhes ....
