It had been raining since the time I loved you, and then the dream got up and left the room. At this time I felt everything was plain and obscure. There was darkness but she was just a cousin to the shadow. I met mystery then in a black corner, and I felt her slide her cheek against mine. I didn't tell her that I hadn't shaved. Then there she said she didn't mind but left me in a corridor where an old friend had no eyes.
I felt silence making her way, when the moon was hiding, and there was a cottage next to the river. There was even music that came from an old piano, where the violin screamed and died. There was wine, and she had those eyes. And I felt that there was no room, were we at Norwegian Woods?
Then came the marching soldiers and took the circus away. It was heard that they tied them with ropes of pain and broke their jaws and slashed their wrists. When the fire burned, some smoke was collected and the river then carried them away.
It was that time that I walked on water for the first. There were few friends who had died a long time ago, and then there was happiness stripped bare and some crows. They played with words and sang different tunes. The rituals called Achilles and a blind poet that died that morning.There was no meaning in it, and this they all knew. But the festival carried till the four moons of the princess sunk the mighty ships and no one escaped to the morning. I clutched one hope and it dragged my soul with a set of silver horses. They killed Jonathan Swift, and I was one of them.