Renace
Sikarios
Reborn
A gray flash...
And the air...
That smells like martyrdom.
Pulling up a train
that departs from the sky
to retirement.
On that wall,
stealing a
hint of joy.
And in the street
a faithful reflection
of your lost soul.
Reborn... as they see
I'm a blind man who stumbles.
I only know that in his skin there is a body
and he says he can't stand her.
