You sound like your soul is on fire. We are together caught out in the rain from the fucked up happy world living around us. I have never seen this kind of rain before. It goes fast inside breaking the skin and I don’t know for how long I can stay inside my skin. Please stop crying… You’re making me feel like lions are eating me alive. I can see my own body disappear but not for your satisfaction. Stop! Deep in the strangest depths of your dying feelings are my reasons to love you. I was the one who wrote this inside you when we first made love. Your soul is unconsciously looking for a way trough pain but it’s not me, it’s not you so intolerable. Words can’t be deleted. They are prisoners of the past. If you want to leave me then take me back in time and shoot me dead. I’d prefer now to leave this dark side of the street, walk with me home and set this rain free. It’s not rain that will mend your fire, nothing will. There are still many words to uncover so many secrets. Do dare!

A woman once danced alone on the beach. The silence was the reason for the blues and yet she was dancing to my own music. This is love. What the fuck do I do now? She turned around and she stopped dancing. Breath, don’t breath. What? She was good at watching me from the distance.

At night, at the end of this street I found her again. Same blues, same dance, same fears. Before I turned around and go I told her to stay out of the rain.

She had a gun in her hand and I was dead before I can see her face clearly.

She had a gun in her hand and killed herself before I can say hello.

FIN

Roberto Palu