You can drop the books on the tumble-down shelves. Far from hearing the voice of the rogues. The stars are thankful for the space and they’re falling down between us. It’s just like a projector, ribbon is running and sizzling. Your tongue falls out of your mouth, scared, you’re silent. everything is even more obscure than before. You can’t dance with me slowly anymore. No need to be afraid, the stars are already here, guarding you, not moving away from you. You’re silent, not talking to them, they don’t mind. How kind. Closer to hear the voice of the savages, they’re almost here in the room, next to the bookshelf. You’re silent, not talking to them either, they don’t mind. How kind. You’re speechless. I don’t mind either. I know you. Don’t be afraid.