On the beginning of this new life, everything seems away and all that was once centred
is now far from it. Different places were to put and pull perspectives to match intimate satisfaction.
All an alien in this world I feel. In that little place were I was born everything was clear but
kind of dead, living in the past. But going away I recognize that places can't change beings.
Or not immediately. Time is the key to be another or the same in a new haven. Now, to have the
money for that time to pass it's mostly the problem. Money is all around and never enough, like
a cruel and suspicious god that doesn't like you... Work he says, while the publicity and friends,
family and other demands force you to smile and don't think too much about it.