I don’t know what am I searching for. My spirit gets to a rigor mortis. Nothing from what I need is important.
It’s more important the way the others see my future, those who
are more authoritarian than myself in my own life,
it’s more important to walk all the steps to become
a complete man, to have a certain destination, with a guaranteed and comfortable happiness.

Let all the insects get in the house and then,
When all of them are in, just at that moment set nets on the windows so that nobody could get out.
I’ll wait to see how long the skin could endure before become
criminal.