The scream disappeared from the bottom of the indifference of pain

 The scream disappeared from the bottom of the indifference of pain in its sleeping embraces of the word to no one sympathetic because with its annoying immortal truth it stings, always keeping us in the unnoticed, aware, dozing, sleeping without sleeping, always having the vivid feeling of living on our lips of the escape alive as the night wakes up in its awakening it is warned that it is night for the awakening saved in the treacherous nocturnal crossing of wonderful and long desire in its simulated cycle