A SAD WRITER

Look the sky and streets of this city without happy dances.

Look at the ashes under the trees, as strange as finished romances.

This is a sad history that was signed by a sad writer!

This is a bad glory that was found by a bad writer!

Receive a gift of dreams that cast a key to open doors.

Receive a bliss from the stream of past. Or do you prefer  choose the thorn? 

Eyes of the mind fly over this world without the hands of God. What do we know about us?.

Because we will always listen the sad words about all the strange things about us!

OTO SALES