I'm that moth drawing orbits around the streetlamp.. I see something shining like the truth.. and I can't reach it... it's so scary.. so many fellows fell down burnt by that! People walking on a sidewalk of a solitary street.. a couple stopping by... and flirting.. and the search of the truth still flying over their heads... The search of the truth like a cloud full of rain following us everywhere... I'm one of those moths.. lying down on the street now... I'm part of the whole life of the world, flowing and going on... and I dared..