Slowly, he became a man, his face turned yellow, he was thrown from a height, the story was this, the story was that he was
confronted with a bunch of new words, after a lifetime, this was the end of the story , the story started like this , who was he, the one who liked to tell you who he really was, who? He didnt feel the same as before, since he faced you,
I was the mountain that is small in your eyes, I was the same hug that was once your home , I was me, oh crazy, its a pity, you dont remember, you forgot, this person was crazy for you one day
, he was slowly dying, he was hurting with himself, he was freezing, he was cold, this was the story, this was the story.
