Jules is sitting in a chair and her jaw is falling out of her head. The house is full of dust and made of wood in a middle of a purple desert. The moon is blue and big, the wind blows hard and the horses are allways nervous. She´s not alone, there is half a man making breakfast. One arm, one leg ,one eye path. And the horizons, from north to south, from east to west, they shine in diferent colors anouncing far movments. The plates are maybe white but they look purple too, the sky it dye everything it`s light touch. There´s also to, a little girl, with eyes to bright, with a powered head. She allways seats looking directly to the moon, her radial waves they fly away, she is the god, creator of an alien land.
And there is not much
In this doomed land
Everything look still
To the common eye.
Many travelers tried
To cross it
Many travelers runned
All frightened
And now you are the first
To conquer,
The first human woman
That tolerate it
You go in your horse
All shooked
The energy starts
To change you
There´s no way out
You are to courious
While your horse is half sunken
In the sand
Hey common woman
Why did you came to this land?
Is to hard to see
Is to low to be.
I know you belive in love
I know you have that power
I know you want to try
I know you want to hold it
Hey common woman
You better get out
There is a big world
To touch and fly
This is no place
For such a pure good gal
Look at those blushing cheeks
They make me wanna cry.
Look at that stunning look
So given and bright
Hey woman is not to late
You can still get out
Just don´t touch anything more
And start running back home.
Jules is getting up, her jaw is hannging from one side, the half man dropped the plates and the food is all over the floor, the little girl is angry and a bomb explotes. The wind is blowing harder flapping all the windows and flapping all the doors.
