The Horizon seems distant br The sense of theatricality embraces whole br The dwarf monkey br The grasshopper still longing in my mind br Swarm of civilized ghosts with stones on their head br Moving in chaos br br Oh God! br Do you hear the firing of gun on the stone br br Fierce and Flinch of childhood cling in my coat br Oedipal jealousy reverberate br Nothing is in oblivion br br Why you hide your face br Why you stay alone br br Everything is normal br In the Freudian hole br The tiger br The bloody knife br Desire that concealed br Still time to evoke.