How you where sitting at the park and the sky was hided by clouds you where there before in other conditions the tears in your eyes falling down like songs from old radios disappearing my emotions on you were ambivalent I never imagine this situation again I tell you a secret there is no other way around go and search a miracle in your past it never happened I was always here you were always there this space was never interrupted there were no bridge between our lives the city is on fire now there how can you still be concentrated on that please wake up we have to escape from this hell my legs are tired I don’t recognise your face there this words are meaningless devil her the keys are the wrong ones a dark cloud following us eggs crushing where we walk everywhere fragments of concrete around your hand with a knife your tongue dry come on I don’t believe you there are some of us trying something what the hell are you talking about I don’t believe in any religion thank you I’m ok with that come on there is nothing here don’t stop trying to understand why are you so interpretative this white wall was made for you I dedicated it to your observation there what do you think about finance today because I would like to know in which bank I could save my money white money transparent eyes will put all your wealth on the refrigerator here my stomach is burning the milk is not good anymore there are corporations sucking your blood as vampires giving you sperm as food all this blasphemy I make in your name there is a mirror in the room go use it I will love you to realise there is a photograph hanging a face no mouth no eyes maybe a nose can I call you later cause I am pretty busy right now there are stones in the room this headache will never stop I will remember you when your dreams were transparent with the image of tiny glints in your lips your skin were never so bright I could dissolve in the water of the river tell me how to find the golden key is not there anymore I need to take some air my head out of the window with a selfie stick the landscape never changes your eyes distorted by the temperature here is freezing there is burning this glass is the only thing between us come next week to this same address the elevator will be repaired you will find another person in my place he will deliver you my message I don’t know really how