Hesitation...resignation...hope, love, confession in the early hours of the morning...

I hesitate. I love to look in the other's mirror, I love to watch those eyes, I love to keep close, to breathe slowly so I will not bother the harmony of the sleep...

I resign. I resign from being just a human. I resign from being an angel. I had my share of cold, of loneliness...

I hope to become alive. I hope to die as late as possible...

I confess. Priests hate me. I am too innocent for their ugly hearts.

The late hours of the night comfort me...The early hours of the morning make me sad. I am alone. Again.