Carmen Oh little Carmen... Lie to yourself while you drink the glory's wine from the mythomania. Keep your dreams below your pillow, 'cause nobody can know you want to die soon. Stop remembering your closely childhood, the knives, the tears, the deceptions and the sexual obsession by an uncle. The beasts are waiting for you on each corner. They see you like rabbit heart looking for money... But don't worry maybe they'll look at your falling hell heart filled of discord and brittleness. Jesus absorbs each tear of your brown eyes as He scream your name over and over again. All this because you still don't know the meaning of your Identity.