"Decrescendo It was here and now it's gone Four-four time repeated for ever (...)" * "Tranquility of a stray satellite That cosmic desolation (...) It's quiet. silent For my god does not speak in English" About the blue that are the most despised About the waves that are still far off 21 poems are here which were planned for 21 years, written for 2 years, and completed for 21 days. Wanted to sing about the void and your remains.