just an experience

the beginning is near, it is the end of something old.

I do not know when it starts.

but signs emerge everywhere.

what puzzles me is how it still remains standing.
I'll be standing just to see how it all ends.
but it does not end.
restart.

is born and dies, goes down on the horizon.
sunset.

I wonder ... without question ...

... breathes res ... pyre ...

is (still) working.
no one stopped to think.
He thought thought?
who distrusts seems to be overcoming the stage of despair.
do not stop.
do not think.
paint a track
chest.
for your message is unread.

a lottery.
where, in a fraternal feeling, we should be happy, because some had the opportunity to have, but sad because they knew not share.

luck
sortie.

at least get me delight in the simple laughter of celestial garbage collectors who do for pleasure sweep the debris into the recycling machine.

go back to the queue, remove your password, wait for your turn.
We wish better luck next time.

something is right in all this.

if we importássemos, we would say:
"I wish good luck."

and as it is still true, I have to say:
"Will the next time works."