Vidas paralelas, no pasadas.

I'm feeeling a bit itzzy tonight, don't you?

Course baby I know, I know it's a wild world.

Will you lend that to me? The mission risk?

Im sure you'll do fine. Fine work of art, by means, i just want you to be yourself.

I know, that's why I feel itzzy, i feel like I'm your Bobby the Mechanic, your Ashton the newspaper guy,
your fantastic pet named Frost, I can be whatever you want me to be, I just wanna make you feel right.

Oh, I see, ok Leo, let's set this aside for a while and now, you turn yourself into the perfect character for this moment.

For this moment? Really? - Ok, I'm just sitting here, tiping my new vision, I feel ok and my name is Charles, I live in a two-bedroom apartment in NYC suburbs, I'm typing with my old typing machine, I'm wearing glasses and wow, it's 1945! It says so in that calendar hanging from that ashy, unclean door that's upon me.

Nice, that's just what I want. Keep on writing, I'm just gonna hear you for a few moments more.

Sir, if you please, let me write this whole thing for you, I promise you won't be dissapointed at all.

So now I see you're doing your work right.

Quick as a rabbit, fast as a shotgun, but soft like a rabbit again.

thisisnevergonnastop.