Silent tear dropped In morbid pupil it shined A mourning mother cried Her child lied on her arms Floating.... Floating Would it be better to crawl In a corner, a sad shadowy form Echoes a moom deep in the soul Darkness thicken the mist babbles In the somber night that coldly comes Crawl.... Crawl Would it be better to know how to fly A deep moom out of the chest Tears cutting the face What is God, this dark mistery That with his power, damned the world?