Could you please tell me that I'm not death
and that life is still in me.

Could you tell to my senses that everything
is going to be all right.

Could I, in a not so far away future, be
in some other country, leaving in
another lattitude and with other people.


Are my golds so untouchable?
Am I getting to high in my thoughts?



And reality comes my way :

With the instructions:

* not spend to much money,
* buy just what's needed
* pay my bills (my phone [friend])
* get well, no more anxiety


And later . . . the trip . . . .