I force myself to write in the search of something that could give me a firm and mature certainty, I'm watching it fall from the tree, the scene repeats two times in my head along with an enchanted melody, invocation, the color fades, the scene breaks in two as well, and in the middle of the yellowish green grass, a new and lighter territory opens up. With a feeling of curiosity about to be finally satiated, I go to meeting of the unknown, so pleasantly getting closer to the night, I arrive, and listen then a song that effortlessly reaches perfection with its mere existence (like a natural object), and I feel enormous happiness inside that is only there to accompany the beauty of this incredible situation that I'll never be able to experience in my life again.

In the end, death was everywhere.