Perhaps,I should start to say hello to goodbyefor the horizon
has finally painted the sky black,and the clouds are now hanged,
with tearsdripping from its aghast state.
Perhaps,I should start to believe that your ciaois the salvo of
freedom Im waitingand that your gloating face is the signthat the
stars now twinkle below the seaand that the fishes and any other
creaturesare moving toward an opposite universe.
Perhaps,Im right all along, and its youwho deserves the slap of
Habagatso as to tickle hardly yourpoor state of desperation.And
perhaps, I should startto believe in myself again.
