5/07/2005 Falling

I'm driving again. There's no direction. There's no a meaning (a real word to define what I'm feeling) Just driving (the time is near to the end) through the wet streets of this lost city city of pleasure (my own pleasure, like always) and the pleasure turns into a feather when that feather flies near to my shoulder I feel how it approaches my breath goes faster shivers overcome my skin The sour taste of a forbidden fruit summon a spell over my senses... Now I'm falling in to a deep abyss of solitude. And I don't know why or how but I keep driving. A tear slips from my cheek Nobody realize that somewhere I am crying