As usual the white apron well ironed and the socks pulled till my nees.
My expression pretty new in the mirror; today I ll be the wolf and who knows about the others.
Maybe the first carnival I ve got memories of, everyone wearing his own mask.
everything around stared to turn.
There was a man tall as a building, a building tall as a mountain, a town that was like many towns sticking together and houses remains.
The future decomposed falling from the sky and us
upon rubbles in a ring-a-ring-a-roses .
