Inside me a crying woman Inside me a crying woman, she is dying, she has to die, I am the rest of this woman. Time killed her, life killed her, or some criminal has killed her. In the surface, I'm smilling, I'm doing good. So many valuable things went with her and never come back, it is not my fault. Inside me a small cimerty, but there are chances in this life, that we have to take them, to recognize them and take them. Than, you only have to be real, just go deep into the reality. Face to a chance we only have to be real. The past, is virtuel just like the internet, it is nothing but a memory.