Life is a peace of reaction,a peace of dream.

         Was a beautiful day and Marian stays near of me, elected in all his splendor. He was enough regards with shine and saw all looking him as they never looked before. Complicated life as usual, sincere and inevitable, truly worse. Plays with guitar, stays affront and regards , regards to moon, regards to stars, all being complicated and rigid in his small brain. Life who was before truly return in his disadvantage and he will stay near thinking of who wanted be.

        Respect was forgives and people regard to him with huge eyes, why ? Why was why ? Why was a simple sentence and a simple voice inside brain !!! Why is when you look inside and drink a slide of coffee !!! Why is a speech of priest !!! Why is simply !!! Just why !!!???

        All sustain with a lot of panic around his, is a simply type of suggestion, is a congestion, one big, more adapted on his age, simply regards sky and said, this is not the moon, this was me, but forgot who I was, I was in a dream, a dream of reaction, a dream of me with me in other time, other place.

          Panic becomes more and more acted in a cup of bottle, he tries weak up but can't. Dreams was too real, real with other place, other time, other life. Wanted return to the first life but couldn't, all was destruction by other connection, a connection of other world, a world who was not there, not real, but looked real.

          This is real, life is real, all goes to other platform, other erection, other lives and activities.

           A new step, a new world, a new life, a new decade, a new siecle, a new future, future being exactly in a new system, decade, a complex future of a resurrection, of a new ground and abides. We are here but distorted.