They are born baptized by grace. A simple flick. A slight change. Locks your eyes. You are mystified to find the answers so easily. A dose of the miracle of creation. Blonde, brunette, redhead. Any colour. You confirm the reason why you are here. Without human laws to describe copiers.

Suffice she is close. She turns off time. You don't waste. Like a fairy tale. Your own Princess.

You breathe joy. You are filled by its oxygen. You leave your lips free to form lines on your face. A moment. A dusk.

You reduce the distance. You think. You are looking for the next moment. You watch out. A fragile world. Her own. You want to be there.

Staying alone to gaze the image. I was talking some times. Imperturbable. Traveling with you. Make an alliance with time. A tyranny that does not ask to end.

On the round scene. Not hiding by anything. There. You are. Your viscera in common view. Sky. Earth. Without borders. A voice as a flag. Her country. You ask to become.

Faithful. You rearrange the sharing. You find time. You take care of all your pending cases. No waste allowed. Arrangement. To make a plethora of life. To her to spend.

It changes the rhythm. You stay away from yesterdays. There is no anxiety for tomorrows. You listen to the sounds of your steps. Sometime you measure its breaths. Music accompanies you for a while. Sounds. You dream of life.

It breaks the silence. Chooses the time. Invokes the words. Like walk - ons. Warless soldiers. They do not keep the line of defense. An undeclared war. Rages for years.