Life is a play without the rehearsals
And with empty pages for the final scene..
Nostalgia turns into a blue fire
That seduces me and then burns me..
My melancholia is walking bare foot on red hot coals
And I feel the stinging in my soul
Time is laughing from
An echo repeating its own voice...
I throw the ashes of my destiny
Into its face....
And watch it choking......