Solitude

Single the solitude licks its dirty hairs, the solitude is cleaned with its his saliva of cat licks its legs, tail of colors is a wounded animal the tired solitude licks its wounds like a cat and returns to me. It is the solitude it suddenly appears its shade in second or third or fourth dimension its shade in in black and white the forgetfulness reappears and when I have forgotten it completely it returns, licks it wounds of lonely cat. I think solitude remembers me like an old friend It is transparent at present while its sores licks his wounds like a cat it always return to me like best men friend my major friend.