The feeling of having traveled too much, returning only when someone is waiting for you, it's too late, everyone has gone away, no one opens the door ever or now, tries to calm me down, a gray sound perched on my head, finding toy soldiers immersed in the sand I will be able to defend myself , but if the sky gets to your stomach, feeling alone in the queue at the post office, what's the harm, feeling alone shoulder to shoulder, what's the harm, if the void knocks on my door I won't open it, I'll seem awkward when I will look into space, or I will try to stop the rain, but I know very well that perhaps only the smell of the burning stove can save me. The first time I cried but then, the first time I cried but then, the first time I cried but then, the first time I cried but then, I liked it a lot.