SHE TOOK A CAN OF LIFE PILLS AND MADE A REFUGE WITH FAKE WORK, SHE MOORED THE NEXT SINGING KARAOKES WHILE SHE WAS BREAKING THE ARM WITH THE INSTANT. SHE SOLD ALL THAT WAS THERE AND SHE WORE CYNISM TO DON'T DANCE UNDER THE NIGHT. SHE PUT THE PAST INSIDE A GLASS BOX WHICH SHE THREW WHILE SHE WAS SWIMMING, AND WITH THE RAIN SHE MADE PIECES WHICH SHE SWALLOWS AND SOLD UNTIL THERE WAS NOTHING WORTHWHILE. REMEMBERING AN OLD LOVE SHE SPARED THE MORONS. TRAINS PASSED BY AND SHE KEPT QUIET ON HER PAVEMENT WITHOUT TEARS. SHE MADE CANDLES WITH HER FORTUITOUS LAUGHS AND FROM THEIR WAX TOOK OUT FAKE HONEY WHICH SHE GIFTED TO FRIENDS. SHE LOST HERSELF AND SHE KNEW IT, BUT SHE THOUGHT THAT WHILE SHE COULD BELIEVE THAT SHE CONTROLLED THE SPEED OF HER ROTTING SHE COULD GET SOMETHING FROM THE SANDWICHES OF HER FLESH. SHE WAS SURROUNDED BY FOOLS. SHE EXPLODED AND EXPLODED EVERY EVENING, HARD AS ICY COLD. SHE WAITED AND WAITED FOR THE DISAPPEARANCE OF THE MOMENTS THAT LIFE PUT WHEN SHE WANTED TO SEE THE SEA, AND SHE SMILED, SMILED, SMILED TO PEOPLE THAT SHE COULDN'T STAND, SHE HATED WHILE SHE HID HERSELF INSIDE THE BROKEN DELIRIUMS' DRAWER. SHE KNEW WHAT SHE WANTED BUT SHE DIDN'T IMAGINE, SO SHE THREW BY THE WINDOW THE UNKNOW CHAIN'S REMAINS: A PICTURE, SOME PHOTOGRAPHS, SOME LETTERS SMALLER EVERYTIME THAT THEY WAS FALLING INTO THE DRAINPIPE IN THE SHAPE OF ASHES. SHE WANTED TO SCREAM AND SCREAM AND SCREAM TIL TIME BURNT, BROKE OR FINISHED. SHE WANTED NOTHING MORE. SHE LISTENED AND LISTENED AND LISTENED LATE AT NIGHT THE SOUND OF COCKROACHES FIGHTING AGANIST CRICKETS WHILE SHE KILLED TIME WITH MASTURBATION AND SHE GOT UNDRESS HER SMILE TO THE FRIDGE, SHE DIDN'T FEEL, SHE CURSED HER NAME, SHE SWORE AND HOW LOUD, LOUDER WAS BETTER. SHE KNEW WHAT SHE SAID BUT SHE COULDN'T RECOGNIZE HER VOICE, SHE THOUGHT THAT SHE COULD HAVE NO CONTROL OVER HER BITTER AND LOST OF MEMORIES VOICE OVER HER ALMOST GREY PILLOW.