We can have conscience about it,
Our words are weirdly naked,
But not necessarily we believe in them.

You see me with another
and I feel the solemnly entrance of a dark sky
blending in with you
and you walk,
walk away,
far away of me.

Only us can see
the storm
coming
so i won´t hide:
i m been destroyed by the truth lately

- A.

I never noticed
if people cry like I do
or  
if they expect a phone call,
when they are lone.

I'm waiting for a call
tonight,
any invitation to take away
my hopelessness.
I can't sleep anymore.

No one called me.

I'm thinking about throwing up
your words,
all night,
instead of waiting for others.

With a glass of wine
i ´ll celebrate my own company.

I was sick,
maybe
the cause was you.

- A.