ON THE RUN TO A SUDDEN STOP OF NO DIRECTION , WAITING WAITING FOR NOTHING TO SEEK BUT SOUND OF WIND IN MY EARS NOT SHOWING ANY TEARS FOR RAIN OR FEAR TO CONTINUE AT AN IMPOSSIBLE PRESENCE WHERE NOBODY , IF SOMEBODY TURNED OUT OF BLUE STARING AT YOU LIKE A STATUE : IT\'S TIME TO WONDER STOPPING ALL STOPS THAT WOULDN\'T APPROACH YOU IN A SPLIT SECOND , JUST BREATHE.