You can't hide your eyes and your arse from me.

NGR

When I say things, the things I sometimes say, its not just because I want to say things but because I see things that I like and don't like. Things that are out there, in front of my eyes, real, and others that are behind portraits, mirrors and walls, hidden in the otherside. Half hidden... Things that are hide or that people try to hide from others.

I don't know everything that's going on out there but I know things, and I don't have to be there to know things.

I know there are rabbits out there on a hunt, trying to blow everything, you.

Do I like it, you tell me?

Do you want, ask for it and like it, you tell me?

The rabbit was placed on the way to do a job. Time of need, vulnerability and wickness, ending in the fall on the rabbit hole.

You were traveling, Alone, then for several months you were traveling with someone you didn't know anything about, that was just there waiting for a prey, that had no place to live, family, friends and a girlfriend, a job. He found you, you've found what they found for you on your way.

Who's the rabbit, from where come from, what was he doing there, what did they want, to do their job. The rabbit was a job.

All these questions...

It was a show, a tv show, you were on it but the show was not yours but their's.

And now, where did you went, where are you?

Why? Isn't there anyone else? Any other place to go and be?

No, but don't do that again. 

They wanted to end the relationship, their job and his job with you was done. That was the way to end it. It was a job and he has others jobs to do for them with others preys that have being traveling all alone, lost and around.

Isn't it?

I'm jealous, is it good to be jealous?

Bad would be if I didn't like love someone.

Mad, angry? Very mad and angry. Crazy?

Can I play 

I don´t like and want her to be out there, all alone, lost, needy...

Time on a sofa watching the starry sky.

Beautiful

That girl went out of the record tracks.

Art Gallery´ 

It's true. So find who you think you have to find. Instead being here and there on the wind's ways and with who may come in your way.

She have been working, painting, lately. Painting the abstracts of her life, the abstracts of the present moment of her life. 

Walking around her house, she have been walking infinite times around the house and without sense, no sense there, it makes no sense what she´s doing. Making no sense, because she knows what have been happening with her but doesn't know what it really is.

She's going to spend a lot of time there. There, where? Does she really knows where and what is she going to do there?

What they´re going to do there with her.