No matter what,
he was always in that fuckin corner,
waitin for me.
His eyes, his beard,
hi fuckin' cap.
Everything.

I was tryin' to run away,
but I couldn't.
It was just like those dreams,
when somebody is chasin' you
and you run and you run
but yu just stay on the same spot.
It was frustrating.

The memorie of him lookin' at me,
like a was something similiar to nothing,
was killin' me.
It is killin' me.
But I just can't find a way to turn around the corner
and start walkin in a different street.

It's like I'm anchored to his chest
and somehow there's no way out
of the port.

I'm screwed.

I really feel
like a fly trapped
in one of those little adhesive tapes.

He is my sky.
I can't fly anymore.