A sunset bleeds; a night drapes it with black –
An ever-lasting dramaturgy of the world.
I dream away my life, but new dreams lack,
And confidence’s price grows up like a God-damn gold.
One can object: take money or a fame –
Like other ghost illusions they replenish dust.
Watching a dying match convulsive flame,
I’ll tell you: my the only one dream is to trust…
A Sunset Bleeds...
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