¿Where are you? I swear that I'm searching for you, but I just can't find you. ¿When you're going to come? It's not that I'm hasty, but the glow it's really blowing out. A lifetime it's leaving between songs, phrases and movies. I wrap myself in the imagination, surrounded by nothing, ignorant people, insensitive people, empty places, a couple of disappointments, product of so much time waiting. God! I forgot to not expect things that really I did know that would never came out, for not being so disappointed after all, but yes, I've forgotten, as I always forgot about a lot of things too. Reality is reality, you see it or not, black or white, north or south, cancer or aids, here, there is no place for grey. I choose the realities that I want to see, I'm being honest, 4 walls, all painted in black, aged, a shower in wich one I freeze, an empty dinner (and not talking about food), a dirty kitchen and a electric oven that doesn't heat, as someone has said. I never like News really much, but my god! it's so disgusting when people also feeds them, and I it's sucks more when they're around you. I must being a little bit intolerant, all things feeds back into, and suddenly there's a leak, and it turns out in this, a stupid thing that no one will read, except myself. Or might never get over, maybe it just will keep going into my head, going round into circles, that will never stop. I just need something v i t a l, something that bites me on my head, that rocks my whole world and swells me with l i f e, with color, with shades, like a rollercoaster, those that you really don't wanna get down. I want the wind takes me, I want air that bits me, a sun that scorchs me, I need to f e e l .