Silver City London Ont Tuesdays

I look at the smoke of the hot items of the night trying not to become another extension of the night. Try from all the miles away not now become the exact opposite of what you know. I try not to get carried away either by the chemical and the annoying sound it makes in the night sometimes the noise of others. You say that now I write like a woman calm, calmer than before and makes me smile in the middle of the night thinking "serenity" or the noun woman. There is still the music - tell me - to play the marble draw for no reason suddenly become a face of perfect features, repeated screen televisions in a shop window at the same time giving the face of about JD Salinger. There is a radio at any time, people who do not sleep because the day is still in its hemisphere, and then there are the sleepless and maybe a tourist in Nepal (you tell me) munching against high salt.