With this singular satisfaction of words my own existence flows almost unnoticed I can't speak, work, laugh and read but I can't set me free from a deaf sensation that makes its way up to the edge of conscience. Here and there memory that d**h lives in my body comes back clearly, works and grows secretly. I swim in the air, I swim in the heavy air surrounding me. Childhoods memories chase the present, give meaning to senseless and wipe out the instinct, much time has gone by that maybe I haven't lived or maybe has been useful for me to make me be, to make me be what I haven't ever been the impossibility to deny the belonging to someone causes that the only salvation lies in knowledge the only salvation lies in knowledge. I swim in the air, i swim... I swim in the heavy air... With this singular satisfaction of words I can't speak, work, laugh and read but I can't set me free from a deaf sensation that makes its way up to the edge of conscience. I swim in the air, I swim... I swim in the heavy air...