I'd dreamt of dying, I'd dreamt of killing. But never, like last night, had I dreamt of killing my self.
Whilst life was fading away, the light growing dimmer, the blood flowing out, I heard a familiar voice that said in Spanish "but don't! deep inside you are very important to me".
The depths of my skull and the depths of her feelings, I dreamt, can only be reached with one same bullet.

I dreamt.