I go out into the garden. It is sunny and the wind blows. I need to air my petals. It is frankly difficult my new job. I'm just taking it on the head there are two days. " Tear in the silence of the lamb . I am polluted. The wind blows to please get rid of the violence I could not protect me. And that is still stuck there all around me. I think it's incoherence hostile, where there was no response, where everything can be said is not heard. it does not connect. Missing code. I also miss the experience, the shell ... He sensed my fear, he felt the fault, he wanted to destabilize me. Success. I take a step back. The more difficult it will wipe the damaged by insults.
Come with me tonight darling, tell me things with your beautiful voice. I caress the cheek, take me in your arms again.
