A cool smooth surface of breath on the crest of a denuded cardiac nerve.
Out of a desperate childish heart.
An exhalation of a dead dream from a body thrown down by the hurricane of life.
The dimension of feelings, anxiety about the experienced and before the future.
The twilight of reflecting about the existing, with the «Don’t cry» prayer by Guns n roses
With a hope.
Towards the mind that has not died yet.
In the desert of people….
