Bodies on the strees, bodies which I feel, Bodies to feed, bodies on TVs, more biutterness at home to see. Bodies without the directions, bodies seeking their wifes from clothes shops. Bodies, who want to fullfill their need, bodies who want to consure all the land and trees.

Are you satisfyed now, when you have had it all. I dont have so much, I really have preserved it, and had to think so. The people here look the same, the dark hair andthe manners are the same. you can talk to them, but they dont really care.

Now, it feel like I want a kid, there has passed so much time to uni and to read. You see all the tones crange ways, I dont know anybody, but I dont even care. Everything is floeting at their paths, its not easy to have a real conversations in public places, its really useless.