I leave these papers of art and poetry
to the ones who attempt to trace
my half-spiritual existence on this world.


for none could have caught me
in a realistic situation of emotional trouble.
I used to be a ghost, in a room full of people
yet no one managed to see trough me.


Enigma is born in the nineties,
spreading the mysterious propaganda.
bag full of bones, when emotions
try to get up in the spheres
where they have no business feeling.




They do not matter as much as you think.
With every lighting strike
a lover dies in my bed,
and finally gets back to being average, ordinary.