I am here on a spot of ray of lights, sitting down and counting the stars, the seconds left of my life… every day it past myself is a wonder into a point of clush with this hush nature of things. I am waiting here to grow old, like in a carusel filed with atomic bombs and the power buton detonator is in my hands… still liking my wonds from past when I was the most powerfull being from my life… here we are at the bigining of something, a unfair switch to nowhere… so back to extasy of things.