In constant defense, while he is walking underground... In metro, or on the tops of the malls. In this world, toll stands a proud man.

Beneath this window, while he drinks coffee and looks at the stars, bloating with his own credits for the upgrade and rotating the world, in left and in the right.

With a high Forehead, with a dense eyebrows, whit a glass- sharpen look... Beneath corroded smile, behind always ready flaming tongue, in his mind, there was tolerant, concave mirror, made on a lifetime looking for this man with high forehead, dense eyebrows, and glass, sharpen look...

Beneath window, in coffee, in her speech 365 days in the year, the mạn reflected, bigger than he really is, without hearing for the tons of instruments of reality!

In the window, in coffee, in billboards of metro and panes of the malls... In his own mind reflecting a little man, powerless in front of the big stage of human dramą. Little man with a always ready burning tongue. Imbroglios, but proud of his own nothingness!