white walls. Bars on the window. But why these bars over my head?
I emerge slowly from a nightmare of doors that open and close. With each new door an archer shoots an arrow in my belly. An owl with big eyes has ruffled the points. A clock in the Black Forest, in the form of cottage, a tempo beats deaf. Tic tac. Tic tac. I will give everything for it stops. I try to reach out in order to stop the pendulum. I have not the strength. My arms are as inert and lifeless.
feathers of the owl landed in my throat. They choke me. My tongue is heavy and pasty. It smells like urine too. The owl turns its head in concentric circles of increasingly tight. The white neon in the air. Miniature circuit on my ten years of the red car turn faster and faster. Tic tac. tic tac. The pendulum passing over my head relentlessly.
- He is here since yesterday. A schizophrenic crisis. The police took him. We will admit the UMD.
She is blonde, like a barley sugar. White dazzled by her blouse. I would like to touch his leg, but the straps prevent me. I do not know where it came. There is no door in the room. There is more.
I remember we sold my miniature circuit. That was before the house. Door of the house without my ten years.
- We'll get a bite sir. Do not worry, it will not be painful.
She has a small collar that beats in the hollow of his throat. Who is ticking more slowly, leaning on me. Do not hear ticking. Do not listen. My tears slide into the mouth. They have a salty taste. A taste of ocean. Do not fall asleep in the sea more heard.
