Wasting my time seeing all the things around me, being alone again a stranger into a strange town. A book ,the newspaper, some hand shake to a stranger and a coffee donut into a dark bar hearing some music, wasting my swing waiting for your love once more, somewhere wasting my patience, wasting my virtues, wasting all the possible sunsets and the falling sun's goodbye wasting my heart without you. Wasting my life.

 

Adam was there in Paradise, sleeping, waiting the new soul made of golden sharp eyes; the Angel’s smiles were guarding the calm sleep watching the new body and the calm rest of him. The Apple Tree in which he was resting was green and beautiful with all the golden fruits. But a little devil bored with such nice peace started to shake the wonderful shinning Tree and suddenly, when Adam was snoring the bad spirit took a little red apple and threw the fruit into open Adam’s mouth. This is the story of the last Adam’s Apple, a sad reality of life in Paradise and until our days the only memory of life in the beautiful Gardens of all the Archangel’s sight.