quickly the sound comes shaking the window stands near the gla** sign- breaking silence waking from charming sleep. to raise the covers from her. and after that conception brings the horizon to see abroad fifteen, waving a flag hes leaving on it between his bags packed tight sitting with the thought in his mind sail waving the sea waving to himself "maybe its love" he thinks drinking in the air, the smell is pressing on his face and waving, as he stands there swinging with the trees. fifteen and drunk on lips, the ones he kissed felt like they were her. felt like they were her. carrying some stars in his pocket. thinking to give gifts she comes crying the window wondering will she miss him when he stood there.