Now I stare inside myself.
Everything hidden will come
To the innocent surface.
Both poverty and inherited wealth.
Forgotten sobs and moans,
Grains of laughter, buried in the dust.
Unaccomplished thought, vices,
Emerged and scattered worlds.
Treasures of uncertain value.
I”ll gather in an decent oneness
Discord between languages, illogical and holy
And it will form both images and mixes
For nobody to do the same in him.
Now I'm all alone
And I may afford it all.
To discover and to recreate myself
And get as drunk as saylor.