My death isn't help
for the light's asylums...

It's only an open door
to the big wall
who carrying in his soul
blind and cruel words:

"Tear down only
if you're not insane!"

My life isn't help
for the immortality institutes...

It's only a close cell,
small prize for all people
who write with the mind,
on the world walls:

"Please, don't cut
the grass of the brain!"