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.