Silence flows from all sides, the air of the house is dark, between life and death, Paul Veyron and narrow, find me before death, when my death is very near, only a tired face between the frame of the frame to my death, there is only one breath left in this opportunity, find me the passing of the moments of life, it is not the reason for my old age, running away from me, who I am you, is nothing but breaking in myself , I am unaware of my own hand, everything I have nurtured , but in the This bitter gamble made myself worse than you, only a tired face between the frame of my death and death, there was
only one breath left in this opportunity, I said to myself, forgetfulness gives me refuge, in itself, escaping from yesterdays story will cure the pain, but I saw that escaping from you is escaping from me as a mirror, your need is all of me, not a feeling, but in my chest, only a tired face between the frame of my death frame. Find me with a breath left in this opportunity.
