From the top floor of this building, April 2003, I link paragraphs without worth, damn sentence engraved on my entrails, there is a reason to be happy? I love. Something more than a shelter, paradise of stormy contact. Sunny day. Wet air. I'm tired of my wandering and having nothing to do in this city. I guess I may find a friend down there, if I can find the fucking downstairs. Ten cigarettes. Ten years. I'm making ashes with ten years. I find myself guilty of living. The single thing I wish is don't be betrayed. I can drag my pain and personal troubles but I want to be with him, I want him to do not fall again... 
I'll change the grey day for a colorful web because I don't feel that bad to jump. My hands are cold already, a shoot to bloom; my lips are crimson, every dead man smirk. I'm alone but not dead. I just, I'd want to be free like the air I'm breathing. It's enough today. Tomorrow this will change. Fear of fiction. I hate. All the word I left and I didn't look behind. Reality is that without him, if he isn't here, I'll won't run. Life I lost, world I forgot. The life I could't live. I smile, I walk, like I was born again. Freedom murmurs poured onto my hands, fake future. I don't know when I'm under the blue sky complex. Nostalgia is not for me. I miss. The wind blows and my hair floats around my face with red and cinnamon reflections; air of eternity, and eternity is more than one day. I look for a packet of cigarettes, pick up one and use one of my multiple cigarette lighters. The scent of alternative, of being my own day. Black. I wear black. Six strings and six feet under all is black, the usual black vacuum of a midnight sky. I prefer blue sky days although I hate blue sky, I'm afraid of blue, true vacuum is blue. I don't use to understand myself. Hey. Ray-Ban sunglasses, and I act as I had a gun. Down with the system. Today I have nothing to lose. I don't know why my parents are looking for what they left on me, but I often understand their rebuff. They should have a dog instead a daughter. I need a few things to be happy, please, some heat, this wind is cold, if I have the chance I'll buy my future. The best is yet to come. One day I'll reappear from my ashes again and I'll fight for change my smile. Who knows. Maybe one day I'll be a nice girl up til now I'm doing the worst I can.