The Monomad Face

In the dark room sin committed, undisclosed wines, long nights thinks obsessed, shout for forgiveness ... At the end of the night, love waiting its integrity ... A glance a beautiful silhouette, running shadows, wanted essence, cry for tenderness, hidden amulet, two hearts in a race, Fortunately… In the dusty library, the withered book has closed its pages, from the painted vase red roses suck up life, together with the thorns ... Outside the dark room the bright day, write beautiful melody, does not sing, but doomed from this dreamy person, looking its integrity!