At Daedalus'

All dead physicists, estimating and measuring, isolating and analysing, with their equivalences and particles. Static made energy, in a way we can do nothing but stare at the little and repetitive flashes of red light. The problem is reactions never come back to us, it's like send a message with a bird and never heard about them again, message and bird gone forever, dead in the ocean, words swallowed by mermaids, and a child will one day find a carcass finishing to rot by the sand. And in the same way we could say we are sorry we can always take a deep breath and start all over again, with a head of a golden lion, killing to live, eating to keep going, a beast full of beauty, just like this feeling smashing my chest, bones and blood. Because even though we are far away from the dry coast I still have this feeling of being in an unknown land, not sure of how to behave properly, eyes wide open always waiting for a surprise, a turning point, we've known plenty of them. Fact is there's an ambivalence in this bet, a sort of a peaceful and calm contradiction, or maybe it's just his head that can't stop spinning, and creating millions of worlds, possibilities and strange feelings. He says his words, opens his worlds,  and as in a movie full of color with no limits for imagination he takes her for a walk through those mysterious belvederes, each tree representing a life that can be lived, just take it and don't be afraid of rise as a new diamond, stunning and priceless. Because our semantics never worked so hard as they have been doing lately, multiplying different meanings, facing new alternatives, never tired of thinking, sometimes even thinking too much, feeling lonely while thinking, thinking and thinking... and he keeps an eye very close to his third eye, waiting for a perfect timing to start to walk, walk straight not even one backward glance, and he would be there for her, each time she started to feel scared of the future, scared of what she could do with her until now unknown strength, he will be there, to offer help, an arm, a hot tea, to even do nothing but just say how he would love to know about her stuff. But hot meal was coming up, they will soon fall asleep, reading a comic, drinking water, the scent of dry peaches perfuming the whole room, ready to make them dream with impressionistic landscapes.
Close your eyes.