The sun rose lying

The sun rose lying. Laugher on the paddle of your uglinesses. Attenuating your insipidities. Devils of bad winds. By the wind engraved. Telling the story. Of a misfortune. With the mirror. Without decency. Looking at the reflection of an announced death. Engraving in the stone the bad face. Of a shared pain. By brothers of rancours. With the hearts filled of blacknesses. That the chain of the culpability. Will be able to never strangle. The sun rose lying. Illuminant your faces of pain. Carrying for always. The mask of a suffering which plows you. The heart, entrails. Engraving in the stone the fault.  Of your lives without love.