If anybody could ask now, nobody would able to explain the reason that dragged him into nothingness and the abyss. I think of all the murderers dead I think of a man lying with his violin, silent at last I think of an insect reduced to nothing under a shoe. Something in the cold wind searches through the streets like a wild beast looking for the quiet end of our bones, at this time all that's really needed is just the midday's sleepiness but the sun would not appear anywhere. Soon the storm will force the moon to also search refuge in the nothingness and the abyss ... Suddenly today I remember that man, that surely yesterday was upset somewhere unimportant, cursing as he looked across the night and a horrible love song escaped from his mouth.