Always In Solitary

Change in the night, every thing is strange to the eye.
You walk in the desert as a soul without roof,
there is no space there is not even time for the one whom resurfaces.


You feel yourself distracted,
the head it turns yourself to thousand.
the words and the emotions are born,
it burns the soul of whom in life you/he/she has condemned.


To judge is the only thing that people know how to do,
not to give him space, not to give him time.