In their closed system huis clos disappearing into the walls of the forests look at the world from afar as if it were simple images

 In their closed system huis clos disappearing into the walls of the forests look at the world from afar as if it were simple images then suddenly but his eyes "contrajían" contracted his own eyes making famine light of enemy abundance with careful cruelty at a good hour of desire during your own hair redoubling the absent life who leaves us with spite because repeated hour arrived as the mockery foreshadowed I laughed to the four winds of the caused suffering and pain