Without the fear of avid silence

 In order not to lose. Give me my life. Without the fear of avid silence. How blood grows in pain. It hurts every time. As if it were a song of nothing. Who holds with his singing hands the head of the world. You will raise banal things to the status of beauty. In his praise I live. In the future red. Where the born are clarified. Between generous hands. Who in the distance hold. The aerial jumps of dolphins to come.