When the qustions are the same old questions, when the answers are the same old ones, whem God stopped thinking, when I missed you , when I wanted to touch you , when my world was smaller than the distace between us, when the wonders left us, when we have no history and the future is a backwardness, when a kiss will be like a hell, when you taste it, when the walls push your heart, when the truth is nothing , just a big surprise, I wonder, if there is a hope,,, I donot know... since this began to happen , my inspiration is gone, and my words are changing colours...