Experiment.

Le estaba hablando a este chico que venía del B612, y es que no entendí algo... ¿cómo es que lo esencial es invisible a los ojos y pueda ser tan confuso? ah... ya me respondí.

But all of this, does not exist, como diría Sophie... does not exist? Creo que ... depende, it might not exist to you, but for me; and then is when it hurts.

Y es que en las esquinas de mi mente, sí, en las cuatro, me estrello constantemente. ¿Será que estoy bien, o solo pretendo estar bien, antes que vuelva a golpearme contra alguna de ellas? Pilares fundamentales, pilares. Columnas de donde entras y es difícil salir. Porque... ¿a dónde ir?

Me mantienen a salvo y me mantienen encerrada, en mí misma. They keep me safe from me. And they make me free.

And now, she's knocked the door again. And this time, I answered. "It's a wolf!, it's a wolf!" - I heard. And I knew it!, but I wanted to answer. Now the wolf is a guest, the wolf is at the living room, at the living room... there, on the cozy sofa of mine. We've been enjoying our conversations. I know, it's a danger. The wolf will be hungry soon. Please, don't eat me, just to throw me up, again.

There I was, listening to my music and taking some notes. But I left the stage when the wave was broken. When I suddenly... cuando de repente bajé mi mirada y en mi pecho se encontraba alojada, inofensiva. Inofensiva y deteniendo mi respiración, y fue en ese momento, when the wave got broken.

I had no chance to read your signs. No!, I'm sorry, I just couldn't. Oh!, now you're telling me you told me. When?!, Oh, please. Yes... yes... (big big big and slow sighs) yes, I knew you were telling me, "don't open the door!"

I wish there were... I wish you were at the door. Or at least, you would be there taking my hand off of the knob. 

But, but... but the wolf voice was kind. The wolf voice was nice and the wolf was interested on me. I don't know! How could I ask on which way? The wolf was looking for me, I had already closed doors, windows, tunnels, everything. But no, "that cannot just stay unsatisfied," that side.

Yes, that cannot just stay unsatisfied, as it was said on the first sentence of the conversation, there, at the living room. For years.

I'm not looking for that. I'm not. I am not.

"Give me a second time!" Second?!

"In every look of yours there's depth", and in every look of your there's hope.

I'm not sure if I want to have hope on my eyes anymore. I am not an experiment. I'm done.