One day, a girl came up to me and said, You're not going to get used to it. It's not that crazy to resist you, to find answers. If by a miracle you wait, what miracles happened? Just by a second to believe that everything will be fine. She keeps stories that no one would ever suspect. The kind of forbidden secret that we threaten not to imagine. She already dynamited the Vatican and Disneyland. Disregarding what the devout and the children feel. Look who arrived without warning us. Our great friend loneliness. Calls us to dance, to dance. To get used to violence. To have to live smiling. She recognizes that she doesn't even know what to expect anymore. She really wants to send everything to ***. But she realizes that if she sends, everything will be where it already is. She goes to the bottom of nothing where everything is almost always never. Look who arrived without warning us. Our great friend loneliness. Calls us to dance, to dance. To get used to violence. To have to live smiling. She keeps the hope of one day traveling in time. To be able to say what she wanted when there was time. And the pieces in the way also serve to strengthen. The will to run away. Inexplicably. Look who arrived without warning us. Our great friend loneliness. Calls us to dance, to dance. To get used to violence. Look who arrived without warning us. Our great friend loneliness. Calls us to dance, to dance. To get used to violence. To have to live smiling.