she comes from the far away i don't know her her remembers destroyed and her home it was disapeared ,you don't find it on the map and her country ,she never remember ,whether the last sight be green or not, she couldn't distiguish the colours she comes from the way the far the road of the terror she never remebers what she has said in the last moment when she had cried and run away.. she comes from the vast of the darkness where had been near the yaunghood what is forgotten she dont remember the last face which she has seen in the mirror the mirror ,that is,had shown the last picture of the corps who was yellow and soulness the face full of sensless she comes from the day ,that is ,with out the sun without the light of the lifeness,in which ,you couldn't find any shadow the corps are walking on the road ,shadowless, she comes from the deepness ,that is,the deepness of the death ,the deepness of the space,that is, enougth cold the deepness of the silence like a sand like the wall like the moonnnnnnnnnnnnnnn and she songs with the voice ,that is,you dont hear ,unless,you be in the road ,that ,she is creeping there in the sea,that, she is deeping there in the space ,that ,she is swiming there yes you nver hear her song she cries in the silence ,that is,the death of the wave yes of course she is going tomorow and you loose the last opportunities to found to discover the mistry of her voice of her face and the mistry of her destin......like the past....like the future