That infamous appearance,
that only hides a split life…

That bitter awakening,
confessed, hidden, but not forgetten…

That broken pain,
that you preach, but that you do not fumigate…

That sick manipulate,
that only shows your fatigue…

That greed, that snub,
that only enclose what is not lavish…

That hidden evil intention,
that we never imagine that you would instigate…

Those full balconies…
those empty lives…