Posted by: Dora
And while the sky dimns creating night, darkness takes possession of everything, wrapping in blackness the dying day, almost hiding man's eyes from another departure... every time a part of us vanishes, being reborn differently in the morning... we become, we mute imperceptibly, and as every hour is different from the others, we die every day even when living... changed in heart and soul, with a little more experience, a chagrin, a new pain, a new hope, a small joy, until the dawn won't wake up again... Good night!
Written on sunday september 26, 2010