Dream lighted finger lingers my night agitation like an angel of lies.

For to see the world and then fall in another smaller is a mistaken feeling.

The world is big and then not so much cause you're in it.

But there are smaller ones.
Smaller worlds,
like small countries
with too much history
on in to fall down with it all.

Difficult times ahead
or not so difficult with a determined head.

Had it,
but the departure and arrival
- and the things you see, feel and dream between -
make all now bounce in this little mind of I.

Something to forget
or something to remember.

Someone to give
and someone to receive.

Solitude doesn't do much in this times.
But being badly accompanied is always worse...

(Is it?)