Standing on a Brink, Looking to a Distance

Seeking but not Finding, blinded by Divine Light

and Finding oneself in Darkness

Creating but Destroying...



A Diamonds Space stretches above him

And it keeps Mystery of this Silence

A Circle of his Dreams narrows

and leaves nothing face by face with him...



A Conception of Infinity: what is it?

How many Signs are in this Number?

Unconscious Horror nibbles a Single Call

of a Primitive Amoebas!



Standing on a Brink Seeing Emptiness

Seeking, Finding Darkness...

Blinded and founding Sight in Darkness

A Circle of his Dreams dissolves into Atoms!

And They turned into Tears falling

on the Mystery of Silence!..



Dreams... Solitude... Silence...

Sitting on an Ass... On the Infinitive Ass of Eternity...

Sinking in a Space of the absence of Thoughts!..

Dreams... Solitude... Silence...