life: an elderly lady from whom I rented a few years
the only condition (apart from payment) was to furnish them as I know how
because anyway everything will be throwed when I leave…
I look back and see myself running towards today
but today I am only past. without a future
just a continuous, distorted present
tomorrow is always a terminus station
you go to bed in a sleepy and unfledged day without knowing what awaits you
and you wait to see what the new station looks like… end of line or not…
chimera. your name is the hope to be
the vast majority prefer the incredible inscribed within human limits
only I\'m not an incredible at all. this normalcy kills me
normality to the present, past tense