stations are on my
stations like
one of the four are always in my
are four bands of an abyss
from dawn to dusk rain
green sun
without disclosing the wind is in my
newborn are the mission and are
killed my world my secret
stations make me happy / experience in my
each has a sky
and each
sky is a mirror that talks about all and my flock
stations are recognized and scorch
four are always in my fervor
'm dead leaves his hail their crops
his door open their locks
his sunstroke their showers as a destination in my
are interspersed
stations to blend with life
for
join my death, and finally escaping my
De Buzon
Time 
