There are days when human miseries take over me. Laziness, ignomia, embrace me to become a passerby. I only harbor traces of faded hopes.
There are days that I do not want to continue, to stay on the walls of my conscience, where I feel safe. There, there are no disturbances that break me down.
There are days, like these, in which the news sharpens my nerves, not because I distrust the sources, but because I know that reality goes beyond what is said.
There are days when the dream makes me wake up to remind me that I have not slept, that time has run its course, while I have remained static before the sound of the clock.