In this universe full of nonsense, many words or no, my words do nothing, just shouting in this space I call alone in the darkness of the night, everyone is sleeping, I drink my coffee in the morning, and I get out from the balcony and shake off the dust and follow the screaming,No people You are still sleeping, the morning has come, I am alone and the dust all over, and go down to the street, No people, people, what happened to you? Come on, wake up. The morning has come, the sun has risen again. Hope is coming and I go here and there everywhere and dust is removed from me I try to cross from street to street Where are you? This screaming does not benefit from the making of our hands, our incompatibility, indifference and selfishness. It is too late, and I am dusted off.