Inside something is shouting me like a gun penetrating in a skin of a lion, a rain coming through a desert river, i'm feeling sensations along cemiteries airs deeping in watches while my eyes are sleeping in clouds of fire, i need to change my self, i need to skill these hunter dogs, which are getting up in flames of passions. Looking at the Sky, the time comes from the wind, our tender sleep is a dream, tender as a garden of a simple joy, sadness along silences, exploring our music, happiness is a melody of green eyes, behind brown and blue shadows, always should to be living a light.