In Memory Of Tramp Stamps

sieve and find ways of blurred

Sieving rivers
thoughts, words,
truths and lies,
to find more certainty
depriving
doubts that clouded everything.

Now that fog and tremors
are out of my way,
do is to follow the route that

heavenly light show with golden and luminous signs.

Although I had to lose,
the only way would be to
that even now he never gave up
in its existence,
but forcefully, even if weak,
has always remained beside
of my heart sad and lonely but hopeful
-minded.

Now we return to the sieve of truth
of justice and ethics and sounding words,
so it can be anyone or anything or
nobody and nothing, but at the same time and all
nothing, as infinite and finite.