A deep pain in mad cow's eyes ruined my day. I didn't dare to look again but it didn't solve the problem. Her voice had surrounded all the space telling:
"I had a dream, followed it day by day, a non-started journey, and a non-stopped one. A mind flow with no source, and no destiny. A completely no return trip to philosophy! a cow boy's hand in sand, but empty; an in bed squeezed lover couple, with no passion; a waving hand in her hairs, with no seduction... I didn't feel the life this way, honestly!
Then I started dreaming again. Dreaming what I had dreamed before about life. This could be my last journey... a journey to nightmare."