I was walking with other souls in that arid desert that you used to know too. My pace was tired and heavy, my breath short, my eyes lowered to dodge the dangerous holes in the ground. Rests of bodies scattered around, some rocks springing fire, ponds of melted earth were boiling a step from me and those black lead clouds were covering the horizon and miles and miles beyond.
And one day I crossed your way for a while, my baby, and you smiled at me like a ray of sun. You gave me some orange juice and talked a bit in a language I didn't know. Maybe I dreamt it but then you broke off, I took your hand and, I could swear it, we flied away