Even as I write a house fly sits on an edge of the laptop… it would seem that the poetry of language kissed me while I was asleep and left as she had come… quietly… I do not think of her… she is still around, and I can feel her gaze upon me in the quietest moments of the night… I sit outside in the company of a sun, that favors me in his own way… not gentle upon my skin, his glare… sweat… heat… but light! Light that introduced me to the flies… there are so many of them… they fly, but they do a lot more than that… someone told me that they were disgusting creatures… carriers of all kinds of diseases… I differ… in my humble opinion, they are fascinating creatures, beautiful and full of life… I have always wanted to fly…