I live in a world where time and place do not exist. I have only one choice, to dream. So dreamy i am that i do not really know the difference between dream and reality. I live a time and a place where dream and reality are so confuse that mean the same thing to me.
I live in a word where diversity does not exist. I have only one choice: to be who i am, to speak the only language the world speak. But to be who i am means speaking what i know, speaks that language that i heard a time faraway, a time that does not exist no more. Probably, i am talking to none, but something to be changed speads time.
I woke up feeling a little tizzy in that morning with the cell phone ringing, and still feeling half asleep when I tried to recognize where I was. I picked up the phone. “Alou”, I said. “Uere iou are?” He said harshly. “In our room”. “I’m trying to find you, but I can’t”, he said angrily. “I’m here”, I said worn out. “No, you aren’t”, he said strangely.
Already woken up, I began to observing the yellow room, the discoloured furniture and the crach that begins in the wall, but spreads all over the ceiling lazily. He asks again, “Uere iou are?”, “I’m home and you?” He groans, “I’m home too”. “Uere?”, I ask worried. “Im our room”. “Stop with that!”, I screamed. “Ănima”, he whispered my name in latin and, in my secret language, a language he spoke badly, he said, “Tás entre muros again”.
I turned off the cell phone thinking that that joke is not funny at all. I stood up in the middle of the room looking at the horrible painting he had bought. I smiled, he was probably in the front door, I supposed. I wore my long jacket above my pyjamas and my sneakers without socks fastly. I looked at the mirrow and I saw my red eyes, and my creased face. I get out of the door, thinking how luck he was for I do not get seriously his jokes.
The first thing that scared me was to looking a gigantic building in front of the balcony, not the sea that I usually saw. How is it possible to take away the entire ocean that it was supposed to be there? The second one, I was not in a house, but seem like thirty metres up the street at least. I could not hardly understand what was happening. The first thing I thought was, “what the hell am I?”
