strange world

If the sun rises from the west
If the sky turns to the clusters of clouds that remind me of knives and swords
If the tears that come down from your eyes become black and white
If the trees start to sing
If the butterflies start fighting and screaming
If my cloths break apart from me and leave me naked in the dark, within the hatred they left behind,
I would call you to come and see how the life without you is empty and strange.