She who comes from outside. That big heavy door separates her from the inside. From this era. From this city. She who goes outside everyday and hurts herself with the news of the world. She who speaks about angels. Angels without wings... They are waiting in silence. The water has to fall. Time passes drop by drop. A whole world in chaos. A minute of silence for the desperate ones. For the ​WAITING ones...
In the emptiness with no expectation nor hope, only memory can bring the light