30/04/2020

The birds continue singing until the total darkness, stating that the world is not made from conventionalisms or rules, while the helicopters or planes rip the sky and my peace. What would they be searching for? We are all slaves at this point and I don’t believe anything. My mind must have gone crazy from being inside the house too much but I believe something else is going on. SOmethinng that horrible and that secret and unpronounceable that nobody can know is happening. 

Still raining outside, the sound of the drops on the ground makes my soul rest.