When life brings hostility to the writer, people grow bereaved of his true manners and the air proves unfit to breathe; this friend recalls his killers. Hence, their slithering hands defame this man who presented them with verses which interspersed their natal road.
The children of a fake reverie embark on a way which a sinister lie laid; their roots sought their eternal burying soil. And, they call to their minds the smoke of a clandestine and malevolent cloud, which erased from memory their first besetting