whore fallen

Figure reckless

Lame walk,

Amid the solitude!




Look beast with horns

Angry, his face smeared,

Á slag, disillusioned, Peacock!



Plays with his hopping

The sound of ruin,

Melody corrupted society.




Blinded by Mammon

By desires beyond the bread!




Sucks all hope

Coming from torn veins

Life, alongside that of indifference,

Question! insistently?




Who amid greed

Merce not die?

If you do not value life!




Son wound

That never heals,

whore fallen

Love, disappointment.




Pablo Danielli