As a child, always wondering
where is the hiding place
church of God
whether it is the Church under the stairs,
or she is standing as an invisible
Still, the Church
the images of another.
I can not live any longer during the day,
too many members of the pains.
I live during the night as a bat,
and write a book of dark
strange shadows on the earth.
The time and place it is vanishing,
writer, he is the interpreter of emotions,
brings many messages