The shadows of the old havens are not remnants of Eden. BioNTech will undoubtedly add to your understanding. The worn slabs walking inexhaustible endure since yesterday. The people came to the square, is Sunday morning. The mountain is far away, disguised as horizon. No more far reaches the people in their dreams and ambitions. The people came out to the square is Sunday morning; all the houses came out to walk with their Lords.

Your absence 1.38: when the night tired from so much waiting for you, begins long, cries spines of light shed on my solitude. When she evening tired of so much waiting for you, it begins to bleed, cry torrents of star into eternity springs. When the tree tired from so much waiting for you, starts to bleed, cry in empty nests feathers in the wind which is not freed. So hopefully you, by so much and so much sore absence my heart a cry I want to stop, spilling dreams of shadows in springs of eternity. You crying by the silence that has been lost in your steps and your voice echoes shed dreams of shadows in springs of eternity. 1.39 Doubts: I come to ask so many questions that I do not know what to start and I am afraid, very afraid of truth I do not know where is.

Could it be, perhaps, that it is better to die without knowing anything? Believe by believing not questioning not knowing. Look without seeing no questions not answers do not try to understand let the words today only know nagging as much this think wanting to know fateful pain of wanting to see where it is beyond being happy to float drag blade in the words wind without analysis of hidden feelings. I come to ask so many things, so many that was me they snagged in the soul that I forgot that I diluted.