What name do you call to this sharp arrows that hurt so much all inside of me? It was love, at first. Then it rained black, all landscapes black. Blocks of stones fell into my feet, I just laid down like a dead language. I tried to speak new words and after there was a sea of some light. But then I started to jump in the bed screaming, for a long time: I wished the death of your skin. But instead, I wanted you to save me. Save me. So many days and so many nights alone inside of a house of darkness, my only desire was to see you. Funny how things are, in the end love was gone and that desire was vanished. What name do you call to sharp arrows that hurt so much all inside of me?

Bianca