Rock your hand, raise your life... Dare yourself to re-invent the things what are the most important part of you. Reach out the silver fist of the most powerful and hallucinating dreams.

I'm trying to get back to the future... A philosophical outer space where I met you when you were injecting yourself with this luxurious and expensive liquid... The liquid, the air, the ground, the water... Saving you a million times can't be my salvation. Just breathe in my neck, and kiss my beard, lick my chest, and touch my shoulders... Not in a sexual way -anyway- I just want to see you dreaming of being together one more time, like the past time, when we were one body, we didn't care about no one.

...In fact, the only one thing that matters is that I can't be your hero, because I'm not a fictional character. I always try to be real, I always try to be the most real and futuristic character ever in the present. I don't love but I don't hate. I'm not a sociopath... I'm not a serial killer, I'm a friend. Your friend, your dream… (Or your nightmare? I don’t know). Not your human monopoly. Let me tell you about my policies... Let me tell you a secret, but... After all, what is the most powerful secret I hide? I don't even know.

It can't be that hard... I see you overwhelmed while your dad is talking to the army to put me in prison due my daily way of seeing the life. Just shave my eyebrows and fight with me, in a metal box buried in the ocean. ...I would really like to have sex with you... twice. Or maybe four, ten, one-million times per day. And, after, drink my own ideas, being drunk of you. That's what I want... But, you know I'm like a drug. If you taste me one, you'll never get out of me... ha ha ha.

Burn up my brain, follow me with white lights, see me screaming, see me laughing, see me crying... And, see me sleeping one week more. The bullet is again in my eternal teen spirit, I'm smoking, I'm drinking, I'm your hero, I'm your devil, I'm your God, I'm your salvation... I'm your temptation.

Kiss my beard twice. Let me smell you, because sometimes I am a basic animal... A humanoid. The most brilliant and intelligent humanoid of your own (and personal) world. We are all living in the same building, in the same abandoned city, seeing an eternal dawn of purple odysseys. The dance-music cd is being played again in the empty pool where I'm swimming, the empty pool of what I'm not going to tell you. My fingers are made of gold, the gold of your silver skin. The water is boiling in our bodies... The day and the night don’t exist anymore. We are living in an electric eclipse... Covered by the pieces... The pieces... of our dreams.

In the end... I'm just making a joke of what we were not. Or not?