I still remember that day,
floating above the world,
divided in two, future and past,
day, night, morning, all one,
happinnes, sadness and emotion;
but was the present what I lost
and the irony who won.
Worlds of frozen fire
and toothless piranhas.
See it in angry glares
is useless.
Here is the way,
but nothing was the same
from that endless morning.
