It is difficult to wake up in
the morning in an unworthy world,
in between stupefied smiles, exhausted bodies, fake gestures,
apathetic views and in the middle of
a dominating absence. We got rid of
all luggage that stopped us: dead
relationships, lustreless situations,
regular opinions, hypocrisies,
permanent repetitions and we take a
wild path with our lungs breathing
with the torpedo rhythm of an
unpronounceable mutiny.
