And I fed the black crows flying over me with my flesh, memories, and old dreams in a morning with a cold thin sun. The sense of time was all buried under the falling ashes of a wounded crucified man in the middle of a big noisy city. The years passed and I was still lying on my back with no happiness nor depression staring stupidly at the monstrous darkness.

One night, I noticed a light penetrating a hole in the roof of my grave sending shivers down my spine. All at once, I remembered the beauteous curves of a woman's body, an old song, and the clear water of the blue oceans waving in the shore. My inner vibe, which was taken by a sudden death, was awakened by a strong feeling of longing for my city. I asked myself, what would I lose if I went back to the world?

That is how it was destined for me to be back in the streets carrying the beauty of a gleaming moon mixed with the warm flowing blood in my veins, like a meek young saint trying to save the world from its devastations. The moon! How beautiful you are! It took me a while staring at its white roundish face and I thought to myself, the moon is a beautiful white woman and I am going to steal her one day! I laughed at my own thought carelessly. "He is drunk!" Said a young man with shiny short hair to his friend, "why is he laughing?"