1.Neon cube

   I did not know anyone here. Their smiles were flared simultaneously with the beat of the wave. I was leaving them behind to drown in such a black crowd. There is a room at the next. When I opened the door, their sweet palms had crumbling by gold on my clothes. I was knew one person here. Her mirror lenses kept per oneself the child's sincerity. Her words slowly sounded by the wings of a helicopter. A week ago she sacrificed her cheap life to me, hoping to remain close. So be it. I know that she looks only at me now. Following her in this living tunnel, I go out into the air. The smooth dance her shadow on the linen of the sunset make a steam whispering, till she melting by my sight. The smooth dance her shadow on the linen of the sunset whisper by steam till she melts in my sight. Her breath squander by flowers in this spring evening, when I just looking at the reflection of the sun in her eyes. 

   She utters her thoughts expecting reciprocity, but I can only give her my body and a feigned reaction. How I wish I could carry her dream in me and like a mother in silence listen carefully to a small heart. But my condition is like a person's childhood, when it cares just about himself, about its creative self-expression in games. It seems to me that the desire to start a family, to achieve recognition or to make progress in science - is simply a substitute for dolls, water pistols and the forbidden fruit. It is unovercome, and therefore my last egocentric dream was to become an adult and look for it all not just for myself. Such awareness attracts the only attention of a few people, so I sleep with such beautiful things as this. Her fragile shoulders want to surrender to my empty embrace, and the soul covet to feel the elusive moment of union. Honestly, I just love my emotions with her and try to make a good impression because of decorum.

   We are talking about new pictures for a clothes, about new applications for a lenses, about new acquaintances for a week. We drive among the same interlocutors by the route to a common acquaintance, not far, expounding pieces of proposals by snippets. Office monoliths in the violet dusk go down under the shear of orange clouds hiding a beige clod. Today I'm gonna have a good time in the company of three personalities, because tomorrow we all will be losted in the streets and intersections.