Everything happens in its place. The birds in bird affairs, the almanacs, continent of dates, the presumed ceilings above and at the same time below the roof. Everything will be better in his own thing than one. You will walk on the road and not the other way around, a magnolia will seduce you to forget that you were late, and not you to the magnolia. -Come on.- The weed is the one that hits us, it's your eyes that showed me a magical place, the ones that took me apart, my pieces spread through space... your look, like a message from another form of life, invaluable. I felt called to you, your eyes brought me to life again. But... Don't let the sun reach the horizon before you.
