it was on his birthday the world's gone
everythin were set on fire
huge fireballs were falling down from the sky
the ocean defied the flames sending interminable tsunamis over the burning
No much could be seen from the sky, it was totally Black, no moon, stars or sun, if there was any cloud there, it could not be seen
the little life that remained was lying still, staring at the ceiling of the interior of myself. without knowing for sure how to name this feeling. just waiting for a change, that could not come from its own. any signal whatsoever. Everything is a mess.
