Vía Láctea

May means nothing but life's evil conspirations.
She becomes a little bit crazy the first day.
She has to make catchdreamers for bad dreams that she dreams at night.
She wants to runaway and jump to the next month, but isn't possible.
So, she hopes may pass as fast as can and june start
June is a blessed month; the sky is purple for the clouds of the rain,
... the smell of the rain is one of the most beutiful things in the world
and she enjoys it a lot.
Just one last thing, all the madness that she wrote doesn't like her, only june and the smell of the rain