The time has come to face a lifetime with what is left of me
And so I remain… and I stand again although I do not remember myself falling
Strangely enough there’s a hint of laughter in the air…
Now my heart is somewhat transparent, not in consistency but in function. And its glory will bypass, something written in blood.
The story is not bad, leaving the corner of an empty room.
And so that the story does not stand in one among four and because two is too many… ‘cause in love there cannot be but one…
The silence is my home…