Sky bruised and virulently rumbling                                Oddly composed stresses in the air                              Books remain still as I sweat in my mind exists a wonderful panorama, my senses stray for a long time, we have no more than the bare necessities:
life, intelligence, poetry.

Over the Hills the rumbles are my most ardent pursuers in the intensity of day my heart ignites! I am sustained by the robust wines of Andalucia, time makes wine strong and unruly in the midst of so many grasping men, who stand with languid ease,  no momentum seized, no longer in the same story because I do not come to you I have broken with destiny.

After all this time just pierced my bones and that was that, my wilderness remains silent unto the very last of me.