The dolphin heave in sight and I always think he's pushing higher. I break a bowl for the fuck of it, to hear the noise of a broken thing. He rise above the water line, he breaks the wave and gets back to the light. I loose the will to put things ok, music takes me in its darkest way. Along the line of insane things, away from line of useless things, over line, derange the line, overcome... And I belong to this, now I belong to this. The dolphin is proud, he controls his moving, action is loud. energy flowing. I'm going around, staring at the shoes, I grip the soil and I am so brused. He faces the sea, goes to the lenghts, his destiny, until the end. I slip away in choosing my way, the rotten fear is my own decay,