I walked in the streeds to day
with my hands in my pockets
for a moment I felt naked
and certainly it was cold outside
A cold idea came to me in the same moment
my heart beat faster
and I turned my head to see behind me
There he was, with those intense blue eyes
He is a murder
the morder of my dreams
without face
without intentions
He didn´t want to kill me or kill my dreams
he just smiled to me and he went
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