Chapter 1
The outside alarms go off,
for the indifference of the doublet,
through the attic of the room,
between the apathy of ignorance
like the dawn of your gaze
that is, the torn eyes
full of resentment, stiff as death
rigid with aversion...
So I am a doomsayer of my words
fragile like the breakup of love
burdensome of my rebellion
the one that God announces,
that proposes to me will
reviling reality,
I am the affront of miracles
that cause me loneliness,
It is shameful to pursue,
This is how the alarms go off
I announce it my coldness...
