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.

His image of the same with the first. He stood upright in stubborn of the walk-ons around him. He understood them as they understood him. He knows. The fertile trees are clobbering. He became a reference and he will be haunting the copies. Being unknown himself, he won strangers. A rare human charisma . He also reunited those who were easily self-defamed, victims of an image covered by a mask. Masculine. The word dresses man and not his gender. The attitude of life that you are pleased to meet.

Not looking for the signs. No sound symphonies tied with desire. Dawn under the same sky.