Testo Blind Alley

Shrunk in the inner circle
the groaning cannot be heard
a bad strategy in a naive space
to listen to the erective instincts

bloodied from the sense of guilt
she´s making her way out of the blind alley
the anguish of a touch reaching over our understanding
it is like a hammer blast
which changes completely the perception of her life
she´s afraid of looking into her own eyes

bloodied from the sense of guilt
she´s making her way
out of the blind alley