Is night and the lights are on. Over my window i see the colors of the night, cars running in the road and broken the silence of the sky.

The street is empty and the wind begins to blow moving the leaves of the trees when happening. It sounds music in the loudspeakers and I watch as it spends the time, as nothing stops and the dream catches to me in its network of which I fight to escape for being able to continue writing. It has won and my bed calls me to be able to rest and tomorrow to see another dusk, the same stars in the firmament.

Silence accompanied faithful to me friend until it returns to lose the battle against the dream.

Good night.