Testo Your Ghost

I rub my grained body on the trees of unclearness...I free myself from the scab of life...the bark seems so deeply tonight...the cortex seems so honestly...tonight...I SAW YOUR GHOST ON THE EDGE OF THE WOODS...TONIGHT...A badly played smile and the believing in the unijured and among all the trees I feel so alone...I`ve never asked for this...I´ve never, never needed this...tonight...I SAW YOUR GHOST...Where is the sun above the treetops ?...Where is the promise to awake ?...Where is the dawn between the trunks now ?...Where do you hide in the brake ?...I SAW YOUR GHOST...