In this moment at the time. I stopped.

She looked behind her hand, and smiled.
She looked like me. She was funny.

The ugly people smiled. They walked by.
Nobody notice an old man that was listening
To the birds, people, noise.

They were unafraid. - You see. Not many have this kind of emotions.
The old man, then took the pen, paint and a white page.
And did something out of the ordinary.

Wrote few words.


I love.
I love.
I love.

The page was not large enough, to keep for writing.

The man was unafraid, and painted the words.
In a quick, little movement. He expressed such a simple

And I, I was listening.
I want to be brave.

I close my eyes to see the devil.
It is the fear that poison.

Could I survive the night,

this time.

Old man.

In the mirror, I see only contour of your face.

I stop.

You like to laugh sometimes.

When You don't
You are quiet.

I too, sometimes feel in this way.

White page.

Please, sit with me just
at

that moment.

Being alone is not that easy.