the little boy wondered how you grow, or as he was walking down the street, a passerby asked him how old he was, the little boy who had understood that we should not talk to strangers, sought first to avoid the gaze of this man, but for reasons that escaped him, he began to speak without stopping everything and anything so it was that night, the little boy didn't see it, he spoke a long time, days and years and the small boy disappeared, around the corner it's an old man who spoke lonely, he frightened a young boy holding the hand of her mom, mom, mom why he speaks Sir, leave my beloved, it's an old gentleman who has not all his reason, indeed, he had lost it as a child and could not understand that the higher age smashes the lower, then the young makes its bags to give to the old, who puts them under his eyes, years push down my life as round fruit on a branch, they will soon rot in the land and may give birth to another tree, this is the hope of the human being, fertilize a new generation to go to infinity, even further than the end of the earth in four billion years, it's enough that the generation before the end of the earth may have moved to another solar system where humans could grow again, destroy themselves, love each other, in the belief that life passes in a day, but tomorrow is possible, then start today let's give birth to hope for its wonderful fruits which brighten my outlook on life, going still further in the discovery of fertility, a tiny seed and everything turns into the chaos of daily opportunities