Hug. You are giving it. You ask for silence. The buzz around you is seeking your waiving. This is the battle. To stay in the present. To see the light the next day. Faithful to your dreams. A knight. Naughty they align around you.

We reached the edge of a living dead world. Addicted to plastic pleasure. To the food, to entertainment, to sex, to the career. Striving to succeed effortlessly. In this world which is betraying day after day its comforts, some people carry a soul. With no flesh they are dead. The flesh does not shine like the expensive accessories but rattles the Earth like a huge subwoofer.

Ordinary tourists in this world we forget to live the journey. We are looking for the stations. Yet, there are others getting lost on our side. The seconds or thirds are the victims, however, also the others who don't belong but are born in the losses.

Speechless after the damage. Witnesses of our defeat. Settlers in a heroes' homeland. Fans of cheap canning. Smudge in history.

Cheap clothing frays easily. Like people. Lost in traces erased by the snow of memory.

You read the tale word by word. Without breath, greedily. Images are dancing in your eyes. This can fly. Become a drop. With this smell. Surrounding your life. You open your eyes and this is there. In a world where people do not explore. Do not discover. You live the eternal secret.          

Find breaths for the next moment. This moment gains the value of a whole life.

Egoism. Breathing the tenacity for victory asking to discover new limits in your will.

The need has become the hardest master.

At the edge of the horizon, where join together the blue of the sea with the blue of the sky. There are swimming my eyes. Looking for life away. Distance to the ugliness of people.