There's no need to say that I don't speak and write English very well (I have to improve!). I've done my best, but the help of a beta would be very appreciated!
JUST BREATHE
Life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button, girl.
So cradle your head in your hands
And breathe... just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe
1. Effect of impact on stationary objects
I'm at ease in the dark.
Not the black of the night neither the forgetfulness of the sleep, but the artificial obscurity of the alley.
Metallic and dark.
I taste it.
The immovable instant in which I arrest my footsteps, the breaths are shut in throat and dismayed hearts jump a beat.
I am a thing with what surrounds me.
Included the fear.
Only in the moment in which I lift my arm I feel again a little bit sad. I distinguish with precision the white of the hand, and my fingers snap, firm.
And then a bright red.
That's enough to annihilate a man.
I am standing, insipidly detached, while scrupulous eyes fix me of hidden just as that time.
Doctor, it's a good thing that I don't tremble anymore?