They strip the earth,
of the most hidden values ​​of being,
they rock rocks,
without any another need.

Where were you crafty,
when did I need you so much?
When you decided don’t clutch…

You rode through golden meadows,
through plains of life and uneasiness,
you have taken the most precious things,
our past and our wings.

So many unanswered questions…
so many ways to undo …
So many waits without presences …
so many paths feeling blue…

Damned crafty,
souls without blemish at birth,
furrowers of seas without shipping,
life furrowers without berth.