accept it here ... empty space in the darkness, forgotten dreams, laughter that were and are only echoes ... protagonists here were so many lies and where masked inhabitants. I have
afraid to look, I have fear of accepting that life is not like I want, is another reality.
That is a blow that could have come, of which I have not I heard ... a dull, dry, direct blow to the middle of my chest ... and may pretend, that nobody can see me mourn and pass what I have thought many times in this remote solitude.
But I know and feel, perceive and accept ... that I have now afraid to look, sometimes the darkness terrifies me.
