This story is about a man. His name is uncertain. He is something, something made out of time and the corruption of illusions. He speaks, he walks, he breaths air. He is watching the blonde one who plays the piano putting on the white dress. There's a colour blue in the room besides the colour blue of the sky, besides the colour blue of the sea, besides the colour blue in his soul. The redhead puts also a white dress. They are talking. Time is mosquitos at the very best. People are trying to survive from crashing words, crashing images. Our souls are on display. Black socks, bare feet, where is the forest they promised to us, where's the nightmare and its terrible mask. Photographs at the wall and she starts humming. Everything's under control the voice says again. He says everything's a playground will you join me? Shall we dance? Shall we share what 's to be shared. The piano is sweet. There is a white bed. Some space to comfort the eye, some echoes to spear our hearts, still hanging from a dream, i brought you here to sleep i brought the sirens along. She climbs she is the redhead a dancer a photographer a limit. Those who die ot tyranny and loss. The awakening, the symphonie. Paper stars on fire. Wheels are turning decisions to be made. A love under construction. A black dog comes to see the girls invited to the short circle. He has an opinion about everything but he doesn't like to speak, he looks inside the eyes with his eyes. The music comes from a small wooden box, inside an aeroplane above the seas , the spelling words of solitude. Her arms are hanging trees dancing in a cloud of whispers. We came along with the tyran we had him under control untill he bursted into an ugly city and conquered our freedom for good. Desire i call the touch that lips should give without touch at all. Forever in a sphere of regards regrets. She pulls her hair gently like a blossom wind. I see the man who sees back at me. There's a place i 've been told. A shelter. Hidden. It's calling us. Time is the divorce of heaven and hell. Some promise logic, some promise some, some promise love. Stoned inside the mouth of a restless sea. She says hello to the angels she sings the depth the underlined loss of gravity. We fade we disappear heavinly adopted by the moonlight. Tonight is a perfect storm. Tonight belongs to memory. She lays at the bed a phone is ringing piano demolishes the dead space. We fly. Yes we can. Show me your tears their names. One thousand objects already stuffed under your skin. Is it just water, the rain? She tries to close the door, the door disagrees. People standing waiting to see the show. They don't know which shall the trouble be to fix our hearts with misery. Distant we collapse we fade we disappear we long the tide we long the silence.We are. Lucky you are. Wish for the best. She treats me like her local god. Change , whispers she attacks the shadows. A nightmare came along to remind us. Who shall be the queen who broke the mirror. White her. Her hand at the glass a glance i say a fortune sleep. Once the subjects return to their beholders they change. They haunt down ghosts. Moment. One .She comes near. Eyes against eyes, the knowing. Future releashes a short demonstration into heartbeats. Sure about nothing. A ship sailing to the north. A wasted youth. Crows and snakes. Behold the keeper of the secret. A path exciting as a new friend. Art coexists with cockroaches. Who will settle inside a storm. They sing they sucrifice with specific order. A variety of echoes or not.Paper tries to worry my thoughts. Blank, still, i overcome the speechless i survive through the war. They dance. Watch them. Repeatedly. Almost famous inside the circle of the depressed. My excile. My fortress. Their excile. Better alone. Count the walls and the pictures. Erase the fortune. White clothing. Lights . Hold. Spare. Who is the most? Stairs for feet, bodies. Calm power. Cats spinnig. A way to hell. She shouts. Yellow. Dimensions absrtacted. A touch verified as happiness. No more than a common thief. Those who pray. Those who lose everything. Lights out. The floor is full of mugs. Red summer shoes, their ankles. Stripes converted to snakes. Tired. Dolls for everyone. A play. A denial.Words are not laughters. Suddenly i see you. Like noone else i try to forgive myself. Cause i am a constant failure. Keys at the doors. Steps. We could start a fire. Their faces are not quite the same. Black socks to the revolution. Forget the city, forget the spinning diamonds on the walls concentrate to the fountain, the tree. A wire holding a hand inside out. Colours die. We run. Dawn is bleeding. Eyes like rollercoaster. Definetely yes. Absolute no. Weather report. Bicycles. When we were alive. Then we closed our eyes .Horses. Clouds. Land. A conversation of ducks. Who will come along with me to the lighthouse? Rocks. A surface. A window. Retire. The hand searches. Maybe tomorrow. An unexpected death. Fingers. Everything's under control. The asyloum awaits. Now it's dark. They are exausted. Ready to sleep. We need vacation. We the prettiest of all . We watch. Random. Hills according to rumours.Some possible. Solutions of the last moment. Learning to deny. People satisfied from the sun. She paints. She wants to paint. Birds. Animals. Joy. A woman with a black dress. Sooner they say. Ignore the sounds. Pavement stories. Her feet are disturbing. Swim at the sea. Swim well. The song remains the same. Constant agressive randomness.