The last of my times / Step by step drawing.
I have lived the contrasts of the bitter gray of my days ...
Like a caged bird with dreams of flight,
fainting from breath freedom ...
The hours that appease my years
they are consuming the green of my soul ...
And without realizing it I have entered an eclipse
that overshadows the true fantasy of living ...
And without realizing it my mind has gone blank
and I have succumbed to something that does not exist ...
And I do not feel that it is fear, but from my subconscious I heard something very sincere ...
I am truly going through what is the last of my times ... "