I am running and singing and when it's raining I'm the only one left on the open street, smiling with my eyes fixed on the sky because it's cleaning me. 

I'm the one on the other side of the party, hearing laughter and the emptying of bottles while I peacefully make my way to the river, a lonely road, following the smell of the ocean. 

I'm the one waking up at 4 am to witness the sunrise, where the sky touches the sea, and I hold my elbows, grasping tight to whatever I've made of myself.