on a violent dream, i remember, clowns were like cartoons in special papers of red.
oh no, do not pretend you ignore me just because.
Clowns are dead.
and then saliva cames and rescues me from drought and i start dreaming again.
in that oasis i walked against the wind, but my thoughts went with it.
Therefore my body rested in the North and my mind in the South and everything was perceived as a great departure from myself.
But then a bird arrived in a big wheel sorrounded by stars that were singing and gave me all his attention and care and i start crying.

and the Universe continued throughout time as it has been since before.