The vacuum. Its infinite. A call. At the edge of which your steps go. Nothing to retain you. The panic fear to remain about it there. To Rock. To Fall before dying. That all is finished. The complaint of a wolf tearing the sky. Sharp-edged Dagger plunged to deepest of your entrails. Pain without similar. Making spout out your last drops of life. Tears of blood. On snow lying. Being spread out in transitory traces. With the bitter taste. Frosted branches. To which to hang up again you. Not to fall. To flee. To react. To wander. Intoxication. In the middle of the forest. Howl of the animal maltreating you. Irritated by the moon leaving the clouds. Illuminant your hesitant steps. Posting your distress. Your weakness. Blade image. Te to tighten the hand to support you. To retain you. While being unable to reach that point. You do not see me any more. Do not hear me any more. To run. After memories. To capture. To seize. Grains of sand engulfing itself. In the sand glass of time. to Flirt with the vacuum to contain them. To think that to play with all will be regulated. Which error. I cannot shout it to you. Nor even to advise you. I was erased. Presently. When we separated. Broken by the howl of the animal. Entered our heads. Pointing out our differences. Our wanderings. Like a sentence. With for capital punishment, the vacuum. With each one. Without a future.