From The Sky To The Chasm

We were waiting quietly in the terminal.

There was no stress...we were just to hundred countrymen in the sky.

We listened, we listened the female "off" voice.

"Fasten your seat belt, please"....Please God help us !

The plane has now taken off.

Fucking ill luck, 'have an head ache.

People make noise, people make noise, too much noise.

Female voice is back.... Don't panic, It's just an high tempest.

Passengers make now silence. It's so good !

There's now other problem.

We listened the Bip, bip, bip.

Now huge noise, now panic, now million questions !

Where, where's the exit ? Where are the Angels ? Where are the trumpets ?

It's our turn, it's our turn,...

Here we are...Perhaps here we go... I don't know.

We are falling. We're running to the Edge of the Chasm.

I'm just an other... An other countryman in the sky.

I repeat it to myself. I'm just an other...

Four hundred, forty seven.

My flight number, my coffin's number...

We are falling, I close my eyes.

I could see the sky, I can see the chasm.

Review of my life. From the birth and the childhood.

From these good days to the death.

Today is the day

Today is the day

Today is the day, two hundred twenty four people's day.

I'm falling

Falling

From The Sky To The Chasm.