Returning as a stranger the feeling of the chest became a trip. I walk and wait. From the meeting, hands. From looking, space. And from where you make me history. In the path of blood. In the air that shortens the distance. Well, because of you I learned the place of names. The essence of things. What I will do today and tomorrow. Scattering fear. Leaving him between the awakening. Before the new days to come in germ.