Dizzy at night and other sunrises

 And for that you that we both are. No margin of yours. Without anything well insured. Well, rebellious life. Without our consent. He brushes life with his rough feline tongue. On the soft back of the weight. There where the air comforts. Without ever giving in. To the current of the skin. Of life forms whirlwinds. With the shaking of the body. Dizzy at night. And other sunrises.