don't trust anybody,
don't tell about our secrets
don't tell anybody how we will die.
in this book between the lines
the real God is hidden
he laughs and admire you.
because you are so beautiful,
exactly like a swing of wand
in the hand of a stranger
whom I have seen in my old dream.
we are laying on the cloud
and the river is so far, under us
every bullet we have ever shooted, is now given back to us...