FEAR

How can I speak of my tormentors?
They have supplanted the wickedness in my soul;
Spitting ignominy on my dignity;
Shuffling me with razor altives;
Even make me dizzy, in the living flesh; in floor...
By the stage of torpor, my life lacerated;
That I found my spirit refreshed.
Dilacerado, by the unfortunate dread.

Sérgio Gaiafi