The moments you dreamed of you will never live. They transformed into clouds of your living prison.

Only when sleep takes you do you touch a corner of their wrinkled dresses. And that seems enough. A tender push to continue your musical acrobatics.

The tree in the yard was burned by this year's frost. And you thought it would always be there to give you fragrances, shadows, and sad stories.

Day by day, the city's crew will come and fill the road with dry slices of desolation.