Now that blame is not my guide and there´re many preys for the hunter.. and what I do need does need me too Now that I can write my history, take my chances, live okay and I become a stranger in this miserable town and I do nothing but pray Now that I can see the colours from a blind´s point of view and I can realize there´s no black and white Now that I don´t have to love you because I don´t love myself and I don´t need God to brush my teeth Now that your disdain is a bless and I lie only to make you happy to fill your emptiness, ease my guiltiness, to dress our souls.. Now that change´s everything because everything changes.. Now that I lost myself and I did it on purpose and your face is omnipresent and there´s no way to finish this poem Now that the golden jail is not so golden and not so jail-shaped} and I just need something that I don´t know what it is.. (but I want it now) ..or maybe I know what it is but ....