- Say it with a word if you can, write it right here, I cannot believe you could. I'd rather run, I'd rather swim, I'd rather sleep than to say it with a poem. I'd rather cry. And then, I'll broke the silence, and clean the dryed blood in the garden.

- Say it.

and my nervous habits would lead to creative works of art

if my worries would become philosophy

and my eating would result in haut cuisine

if my humming could make angels sing in your ears

and the whole in my hand would become altruist

if my distant behaviour would be replaced by a warm embrace

and the mess in my house by an architectural maze

would I be done with life?

get up

turn on the coffee machine

turn on itunes

check if the chicks are still alive

feed them

have some chick chat

steal one egg

... ok: two!

warm some milk

prepare the coffee

fried the eggs with few salt

still some bread from your favorite house mate

enjoy the eggs while browsing your favorite newspaper

call her

tell her that you love her

brush your teeth

put on some comfy cloths

walk outside

be nice

say hello or good morning to your neighbors

take a breath or two

recollect two or three blessings from life

if you can't remember call her again

she'll know

go back home

and start doing what you're best in

create

digues