You, your true self. Out of the darkness and the gloom that you´ve been. Conscious. Talking and being yourself. Your lightness, your inner sweetness and your dearest side were sitting on that stair. You beautiful girl.
Intelligent, cultured.
Strange emotions, uncontrolled and blindfolded.
Controlled by half. Butt still with the fast meal's poisons, drink portions and the devil´s fireworks in you. Visible in naked eyes.
Behavior, sometimes. It comes a time that your behavior turns strange and sometimes mad. Too many clowns. I know and I don´t give a shit. What some may say. People on the street, I´m no stranger to them. There are clowns that are always crossing on my way and in many other people way.
I know, good things. You and me. The good the bad and the ugly. It is a good thing. I´ve been doing things as things happen and as you and others do things. I´ve got nothing else to do here but elsewhere. In a quiet place, in peace with nature and people and mostly with myself. Spending time with little lethal things like you and me. With things and with the people that i like. Being more thoughtful and taking time doing things, better and greater things.
Why did you choose the stair to talk´
The box´
The cube game´
To be more precise, the coffin´
The stairs´
You went to Irak. Iran... Where did this idea of traveling to Iraq come from? Why a young Polish girl that lived in London went to the Middle East´ Who took you there´ Is there any question´ The Middle East is one of Sam´s war zones.
Who you were working for´ Television´ Sam´s satellite channel´
I´ve got a plane to catch
A America I Pai father Mãe mother mom mama Filhos sons Irmãos brothers
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