The night appeared in my imagination. He counted the time.
Then smiled, he wanted me to hide.
I saw him, clearly, put on his hands upon his straight face.
He took a rest in the shoulder of the tree. But, I puzzled like a flea.

When I caught my own breath, I could see the shadows of someone’s death.
I got tremble things on me. Suddenly, the place was so balmy.
“Are you ready, buddy?” the night shouted on me from distant.
I lost my answer, my soul, and even my own role.
“I will hit your back with a full sack of pretty facts”
The night said again, again. That made me eerie, then.
I’ve added so many eyes on my body.
Just in case, whenever he came and ***** my despicable memories.

Finally, I moved my body gently, cleaned every *****.
I planted myself behind the barrels, so faulty.
I composed myself and whispered like I was ready.
There would be no reality, maybe.