The others can count step by step. I´m born today, dead tomorrow, walk where there is space. My timing is when. (by Vinícius de Moraes).
What if YOU happened to ME?
Do you know what feels like everybody LOOKS AT what your're LOOKING AT, but nobody SEES what you do SEE?
What if I can SEE IT?
The pretense writer sits, looks the blanket screen and decides: I´m going to write a fucking fucking text.
Good. But then, he doesn´t know quite how to do it.