That mirror was the trick, the coldness I wanted to look at; the passionate thoughts of pretending, that has always been the exit line. Moving backwards, recognized reflection; turning around when we see the piers of light, you sigh... I lie. No game...

I dreamed I walked a thousand miles... left us both behind. Falling again at the same spot, convinced it's a womb. Running, but looking back. That hole is the same one e-ve-ry-time, just different faces... Mine! Chasing the air I'm afraid to inhale, too...

Those of you that want to own him... Let it go! You hypocrites! How many times are you going to call him selfish, self-centered, weak?... I am the one using the rope, don't blame him! You know you're choking him too... Why are you feeding your complaints?...

Un juego, a veces es solo un juego. Una lucha contra la monotonía. Pervierten muertos los pensamientos libres. ¡Qué peligro tan sano! Le llaman putrefacción; es prisa sin pausa. Cantan pétalos sin tallo, nunca se rinden. Y al morir cuatrocientas veces...

Unbreathable air. The box is a Nowhere Place. Nightmare But I'll remain there, waiting for the walls with no doors to open. Memorizing the scene that wants to be forgotten, lame reflection of the untold truth. Cowards! Dignified thoughts of blushing envy....

Just once... Never again. And I'll repeat the pattern until the color changes. Trying to reach the impossible spot. A perfect land of edging turtles. The lies of anxiety, the unmeasurable pleasure. And everybody tying up their breath. Masked intentions...

How tiring never wanting to quit. Unable to breathe the time, the space between seconds. The unbearable smell of vertigo of changes. Too close to the end to forget how it could've been. Almost feeling the thrill of death reflected in every corner of the...