At least, you are among the living, but I, in the shadows.
Written will come to light and no one will believe it.
We were in a town called Jorgdiana, against a table drinking wine.
The room was closed with a bronze door that could only be opened from the inside.
We were surrounded by things that I can't describe without distinction.
A dead weight fell upon us.
It was inexplicable, but that was how I tell it.
Lamp not lit our orgy.
The shadow was hiding behind their backs.
Made more shadows shadow.
Anyway we laughed (with subtlety), we asked the Lord that gravity sagged and us out that dead weight.
The deceased was above the table did not participate of the dead lift, nor of our joy, we remained in the orgy.
Little by little, weight was waning and the windows opened and appeared the corpse.
And we wake up when the dead returned.
It was a large shadow that with the echo of thousands of deceased relatives and friends who screeched.
Let our ears to hear, and until today is that I cannot hear, nor the inhabitants of the House.
August 2015
Şİmdi oyla! 