First De Parto

To be, or not to be,
there's no point,
To Lie, to sleep
To share bad
is that a goal?

Not sleep,
To wait
To dream,
To marry ?
Where does it go?
To feel
The dream of death,
when heart is still awake,
Still feeling
Life
Is miss...
Reborn before the everlasting Judge,
From lands no passenger returned,
The country well hidden from all sights...
No lights
No winds
No songs of birds
Is it the land you dream
In faithful disbelief...

To be or not to be?
To leave?
And not to write
Nor answer
Neither wishes
Just Disappear?
Close door?
There is no answer
But...

No More....